Lyricist : Cashmere Brown/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Destin Route/Anderson Hernandez/Michael John Mule/Isaac De Boni/Jahmal Gwin/Stephen Benton/Michael Luce/Christian Pierce/David Williams
Composer : Cashmere Brown/Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Destin Route/Anderson Hernandez/Michael John Mule/Isaac De Boni/Jahmal Gwin/Stephen Benton/Michael Luce/Christian Pierce/David Williams
Before I got money, I was in the trap kicking doors, and I'm just being honest (I'm honest)
If you want smoke, then we cook **** up like a omelette, I'm just being honest (Cook 'em)
Throw me a 60 if I go to Magic or Onyx, I'm just being honest (60)
I keep a stick or a blicky in case it get sticky, I'm just being honest
She know that I'm wit' it, I'm having this chicken, it's tricking, I'm just being honest
Who really getting it? Be honest
Posture be giving? Be honest
She red like a pint, I got racks in the bank, and these bitches be hooked like Phonics
****, shh, death or dishonor
I think these **** forgot where I came from
'Cause I got mansion and mansions with lake fronts
I pull up Porsche'ing, I think I'm James Bond
Bitch, I got choices, this s**t look like crayons
Turn into smoke, it's no bygone, no bygone
**** be biting, they biting like Tyson
**** got sticks, got Glocks, we ain't fighting
Start up a war, then it startup a riot
Shoot at the club and then shoot at ya patna
Then shoot at ya block and then shoot at ya house
Feeling like Bobby, this my prerogative
I catch a opp, cut his tongue out his mouth
I go to Saudi, they send a jet and 2 million
To hear them words come out my mouth
Gold on my fangs, bitch, I'm from the South
**** 'round and die trying to get you some clout
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
I put a million dollars in two pockets
I pay all the lawyers, free 'em out the docket
Sleeping and dreaming, talking to the rocket
He told me go up, I told him that I got 'em
Go Saint Laurent, Vetements is what I'm rocking
Yellow the stone, the booger looking snotty
Walk in that bitch, I'm standing tall, I got it
I got it, uh
I pick up a stick, aim at the heart
Pick up a blitz, pick 'em a part
I feel like a pit, but all bite, no bark, quit the remarks
Lil' bitty bullet, it glow in the dark
Unlimited when attacking the target
I'm tagging the toe and I tatted somebody
I'm breathing fire, burning, dragon somebody
If he ain't the homie, I promise a homi'
It's hand me the hammer and get right beside me
I hop in the ride, inside is a hemi'
The coppers behind me, the timing is shitty, ****
Why **** shooting at Ricky?
No running back 'n forth, we clapping at 50
He cracking the 40, I'm back in the city
I'm headed to war, only warriors with me
Lord forgive me through whatever endeavors
It's J-I-D, baby, I'm just a few letters
Take a look, I'm 'bout to break a record
Put me in the books, I'm bound to beat the level
All about the effort, I'm putting in legwork
Early in the morning counting money till my head hurt
**** being funny, we can put 'em in a red shirt
5 in ya chest like you Ant-Man Edwards
Live and direct, live in the flesh, I manifest every dollar sign I could collect
I could look in the face of a threat but never switch, you sweet
Get outta streets with **** doing a sweep
Swap rides, I'm bringing a switch, so switch seats
Mob ties, coming with keys, you Swizz Beatz
Cops firing and **** is rapping and eating cheese
Another day on the East, make 'em fall to they knees
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
