作词 : Khaled Khaled/Benjamin Diehl/Karim Kharbouch/Fenrick Gibbs/Lionel Pickens/Fe Maria Knight/Nick Long/Shaun Lopez
作曲 : Khaled Khaled/Benjamin Diehl/Karim Kharbouch/Fenrick Gibbs/Lionel Pickens/Fe Maria Knight/Nick Long/Shaun Lopez
We cannot deal anybody else(Rock party)
Hol' up, papa
Go get it, Chinx
I bring those
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin'
I'm a motha****in' coke boy
1, 2, 3
I'm a motha****in' coke boy
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You'll tell me things
I know they're all lies
I'll find, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can do
Yeah, Montana, ayy
Hit the game, put the wave in it
Goin', goin' to your veins
Put the needle in it
I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Seagal did it
Middle of the streets like The Beetles did it
Can't be in it when you leave
Or they leave you in it
E-Everything that's gold, ain't what it glitter
I've seen killers fold, foes turn to killers
Have your money right, wanna lock off
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was
Let that pain from my feelings
Turn the pain into music
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal
Now I told 'em "suck a ****"
Once I made my first mil'
Told 'em **** a brick
Brick brick by brick, 'til it's empire
Lick by lick, goin' to sleep wired
Had to learn tax, help you relax
If you don't own your masters
Your classics turn to ashes
We hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad *****es, round 'em all up
Count the first man, count it all up
Millionaire livin', hit the mall up
International superstar (yeah)
You know what we got (ayy)
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You'll tell me things
I know they're all lies
I'll find, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can do
They said kill 'em with success
I'll toe tag ya
Name a Hollywood *****, I ain't rag yet
P-p-props, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told ya on and off
See your dreams in the bottle
We on the Sunday POP
Trips out to Cabo
Deep sea with a model
That's Tammy from Miami
Put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I'm on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent' over sticker
I'm 'bout to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shoot
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis
Before he caught that Rico
Them palm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle
While you holdin' hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences
We was playin' benches
One time for my *****es
Lurking from the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my ****** shine
My ***** Chinx's son became my own son
The block where I'm from, you need your own gun
Devil held me up
Figured that I'd convert to God (ayy)
Took my ground from the pavement
And aimed it at the stars (that's right)
Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp'
(Yeah) The game ain't for the weak
Gon' play the church (ah)
Off the Mary Jane, pill, syrup
Thick smoke, coughing (coughing)
Ridin' on these suckas that opposed it(uh)
Ballin', took the whistle
From the ref and made my own call(that's right)
From the Pens, got my homie on a phone call(yeah)
No work, money goes under the mattress only(uh)
Hands clean, got some youngins
That'll bag it for me (what's up)
Really skatin'
But your conflict diamonds on me (skrrt)
Made my vow to the game, boy
That's matrimony (ayy)
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You'll tell me things
I know they're all lies
I'll find, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I can do
编辑于2023/12/24更新