More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Producer: Budda Beats
Programmer: Budda Beats
Executive Producer: Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
A And R Administrator: Essence Carson
Executive Producer: G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer: Gilles Walters
A& R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Mixer, Recorded By: Keith Dawson
Executive Producer: Keith Dawson
A And R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
Masterer: Travis Louis
Executive Producer: YFN Lucci
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Zachary D. Thomas
Lyrics and translation
Original
(It's Budda Beats)
Yeah, yeah
Like oh, oh
Yeah, ayy, look
All this codeine runnin' through my veins, yeah
When I was in the box, she ain't wanna hear from me
Look, all the niggas that I lost, but you wouldn't feel my pain
Huh, sittin' here in the cold, prayin' for better days
I say bigger dreams, like Quan, I need bigger jeans
I'm gon' stuff a billion in these pockets, that's on everything
I know how a Richard feel, but I'm tryna get richer still
I say I got rich off sendin' them, but my partner be spinnin' still
Tell me what the difference is, huh, you or mе? It's gon' be you
You wouldn't survive what I been through
If you gon' slide, thеn I'm with you
I don't know why buddy keep on askin' if I'm gon' ride
Nigga, what about you?
Even with a million on my head, I'ma be outside, but what about you?
Ayy, free my nigga Juice, huh, free my brother too
Free all my co-D's, my lil' woadie, they keep it quiet too, huh
Look, we don't testify, best you lie, die, fool
Look, he was hangin' out that window, he ain't die, but they tried to
Kicked more shit than Ryu, fucked you, hell, if I knew
This 'Hawk cost me five coupes, make me come and find you
I was just in the can, I'll get you poured out for 'bout five soups
This a Mercedes-Benz, I just pulled off with the title
Look, ask me where I've been, probably fuckin' your favorite idol
Ask me 'bout your friend, not top ten, you gettin' lied to
Ayy, where I'm from, you get hit up, we don't like you
Yeah, where I'm from, you get hit up, we don't like you
Money all on his head, money on his dreads
Straps outside, hid in the car, some by the bed
If you try to run, know we goin' fast
Fast, yeah, she on the molly, she goin' sloppy, she goin' fast
Yeah, yeah
Soon as she see me, know she tryna top me, I ain't got to say it, huh
Look, I just fucked this bitch for a new Rollie
I'm in the Ghost, soon as I fuck, I get ghost, bitch, I'm holy
Yeah, fuck I look like lettin' a broke bitch try to ghost me?
Yeah, fuck I look like lettin' your bitch control me?
English translation
(It's Budda Beats)
Yeah, yeah
Like oh, oh
Yeah, ayy, look
All this codeine runnin' through my veins, yeah
When I was in the box, she ain't wanna hear from me
Look, all the niggas that I lost, but you wouldn't feel my pain
Huh, sittin' here in the cold, prayin' for better days
I say bigger dreams, like Quan, I need bigger jeans
I'm gon' stuff a billion in these pockets, that's on everything
I know how a Richard feel, but I'm tryna get richer still
I say I got rich off sendin' them, but my partner be spinnin' still
Tell me what the difference is, huh, you or mе? It's gon' be you
You wouldn't survive what I been through
If you gon' slide, thеn I'm with you
I don't know why buddy keep on askin' if I'm gon' ride
Nigga, what about you?
Even with a million on my head, I'ma be outside, but what about you?
Ayy, free my nigga Juice, huh, free my brother too
Free all my co-D's, my lil' woadie, they keep it quiet too, huh
Look, we don't testify, best you lie, die, fool
Look, he was hangin' out that window, he ain't die, but they tried to
Kicked more shit than Ryu, fucked you, hell, if I knew
This 'Hawk cost me five coupes, make me come and find you
I was just in the can, I'll get you poured out for 'bout five soups
This a Mercedes-Benz, I just pulled off with the title
Look, ask me where I've been, probably fuckin' your favorite idol
Ask me 'bout your friend, not top ten, you gettin' lied to
Ayy, where I'm from, you get hit up, we don't like you
Yeah, where I'm from, you get hit up, we don't like you
Money all on his head, money on his dreads
Straps outside, hid in the car, some by the bed
If you try to run, know we goin' fast
Fast, yeah, she on the molly, she goin' sloppy, she goin' fast
Yeah, yeah
Soon as she see me, know she tryna top me, I ain't got to say it, huh
Look, I just fucked this bitch for a new Rollie
I'm in the Ghost, soon as I fuck, I get ghost, bitch, I'm holy
Yeah, fuck I look like lettin' a broke bitch try to ghost me?
Yeah, fuck I look like lettin' your bitch control me?