Lyricist : Nathan Fuller/Dustin Cavazos/Sky Jones
Composer : Nathan Fuller/Dustin Cavazos/Sky Jones
**** around and split
Your head and talk your stomach
More money keep the pussy coming 'round, I got abundance
No names when shootin' rounds, the police knockin' at the function
Wake up, I'm gettin' by, is what I do and I ain't frontin'
Like **** it up, then cash out, cash out
I'll bring the MAC out, MAC out
Got bananas in this clip, it's time to hash out, hash out
Pussies walkin', talkin' shit, 'bout how I've changed
I promise they ain't know me, only difference I got fame
I might **** around and split
Your head and talk your stomach
More money keep the pussy coming 'round, I got abundance
No names when shootin' rounds, the police knockin' at the function
Wake up, I'm gettin' by, is what I do and I ain't frontin'
Like **** it up, then cash out, cash out
I'll bring the MAC out, MAC out
Got bananas in this clip, it's time to hash out, hash out
Pussiеs walkin', talkin' shit, 'bout how I've changed
I promise thеy ain't know me, only difference I got fame, like
[Verse]
It's been some years until this money came in clutch
I've got it all from nothin', you still eatin' daddy's lunch
Funny back when I ain't have shit, they all said to pick it up
Now that I follow my passion, get a mill, I do too much?
Like make it make sense, the Beamer or the Benz?
The Tesla for at home, that money is a sin
More money come then go, now let me fill you in
You pussy and you lame and your momma is a bitch
Don't **** around 'cause I'm the blue strip
Paper chaser, suck me up to see you later
.223's and word of mouth, got a beam and plenty lasers
Too much platinum, maker 4 deep gang 'nem made it
Bitch stop, music lame and pit stop, trigger, shakin', damn
I-it's been a while
Since I've felt myself
I've lost the inner child
I deal with what I've dealt
I push and walk a mile
I know the money pretty but the rest is when I'm down, down, down, down
Blue strip, paper chaser, suck me up to see you later
.223's and word of mouth, got a beam and plenty lasers
Too much platinum, maker 4 deep gang 'nem made it
Bitch stop, music lame and pit stop, trigger, shakin', damn
