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Description
Producer: High Honors
Producer: ADHD Productions
Producer: Emxbeatz
Mixing Engineer: John Sparkz
Mixing Engineer: Teezio
Mastering Engineer: Ohad Nissim
A And R Coordinator: AJ Schenbaum
A And R Coordinator: Drew Joshi
Lyrics and translation
Original
. . . Still counting money.
Fuck else I'm supposed to be doing?
Uh.
Louis my bag and the foreign, I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck.
Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm adding it up.
I'll be right back in the morning, now Maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough.
Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a duck.
I used to sell a little work just to make enough bread when the bills was tallying up. I made the millions from music, now
I'm at the point where I miss not having enough.
I value loyalty over the money, if nigga a rat, we ain't patching it up.
Don't give a fuck if it's 500K, if the feature is wack, then I'm passing it up.
Straight to the M's and I'm laughing it up, if that pussy a ten, I ain't strapping it up.
I like me a nerd, but I want me a freak, and if she ain't a freak, she ain't ratchet enough. She throw it back, but
I'm slapping it up, my name on her ass, she tatted it up.
The nine on my hip if a nigga wan' trip, hope that dotta be quick when he patching him up.
Somebody take the wheel, the Henny got me on a crazy spell.
I feel like I wanna go chase the thrill, but really I'd rather go chase these mills.
Since I was a kid, I been raised in hell, I really just should've went straight to jail. I'm popping my shit, but
I ain't no pills, you know how I get when I break the seal, for real.
I was tryna get it out the hard way, make a little flick, turn bands into Broadway, uh.
I don't take breaks on a hard day, money don't sleep, so I'm on on my off day, woah.
Not enough wins on the parlay, took a lot of L's, but I learned it the hard way.
Running red lights, give a fuck about the law, this a one way street and I'm going down the wrong way. I been going down the wrong way, pedal to the floor,
I'll teach you how to road rage.
Hit up my connect, tell him fuck with me the long way, big underdog, turn crumbs into gourmet.
Made in my sleep what you made in a hard day, five star dinners, I ain't eating at a parfait. Rolls Royce Phantom,
John Lucas on CarPlay, stars in the ceiling, more lights than an arcade.
I been on my shit, a nigga sick of the nonsense, delivering shit that make a sinner sick of my conscience.
The bigger nigga get, a nigga big as the block is, my middle finger stick up when I'm flipping the bosses.
I keep a locker of shit like I been living with locksmiths, you ever plot on me, then you'll be seeing a plot twist.
I don't believe in niggas, I believe in the process, I kill a nigga beat and leave his shit in a hospice, for real.
Turn up the stove, I'm cooking and eating, I'm grinding on weed, don't care where I'm sleeping.
I hate being broke, this shit got me scheming, if you owe me money, somebody gon' squeeze it.
I'm flipping the script, don't care if they peeping, I came from the bricks, my parents was cheating.
I stay in the field, don't play in the bleachers, I work on a scale, I'm slanging to teachers.
Don't care 'bout no hate, just need me some bitches, just send in your tape.
Come get an audition, I nut in her face, now look how she glisten, I'm deep in her lake.
She thought I was fishing, these bitches be cuffing, I broke out of prison, my base in the oven.
I'm fresh out the kitchen, I bust down an onion, my niggas gon' flip it, I made me a cut, but I'm still on a mission.
Louis my bag and the foreign, I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck.
Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm adding it up.
I'll be right back in the morning, now Maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough.
Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a duck.
So glad that I got out of prison and that ain't no place to be, bitch, and they stabbing you up.
Jumped out the truck with the baddest of bitches, I came through the trenches right after the club.
I was that nigga that went and go got it, don't care about mileage, we backing the truck.
Police in Patek, they mad as a fuck, this is not love, bitch, you acting off lust.
I was so destined to just be that nigga since Rozay and Ghost sitting back of that bus.
Look at my style and just copy me, never acknowledge me, now they be acting like us.
GoodFellas, baby, you know how we moving, the pistol, the shovel in back of the trunk.
Went out of town, I'll be back in a month, fuck in her face 'til her lashes is done.
I been an outcast like Andre, meet me at the garden, we can do it at the park place.
AMG on my phone for the CarPlay, smoking on the butter in the spot, we got parkade.
Couple dollars on your top, I got niggas that'll pull up on your block and they won't leave all day.
OT's that'll really do it to you, they don't listen to no drill, all they putting on is Sade.
Telling me they ill, but these niggas is not sick, jumped out and dropped six, me in the top pick.
Still be in the trap, you ain't gotta remind shit, I'm low, but them Cartiers cover my eyelids.
The Patek all ice, I don't hate when the time tick, it gotta be the best, only shit that my mom get.
Put me to the test, now they watching my mind flip, say it with your chest, bro, don't turn to a hostage.
I come from the trenches, I grew up with trenches, dusty, my mama with dresses on Easter.
Product so raw, got them talking to Jesus, what's the price on the pie?
I ain't talking no pizza.
Foreigns around me, they all from Ibiza, I earned all my stripes, I ain't talking Adidas. I think I'm LeBron when I'm walking through Cleveland, Pablo and
Joyner, the conference eastern.
Louis my bag and the foreign, I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck.
Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm adding it up. I'll be right back in the morning, now
Maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough.
Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a. . .
English translation
. . . Still counting money.
Fuck else I'm supposed to be doing?
Uh.
Louis my bag and the foreign, I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck.
Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm adding it up.
I'll be right back in the morning, now Maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough.
Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a duck.
I used to sell a little work just to make enough bread when the bills was tallying up. I made the millions from music, now
I'm at the point where I miss not having enough.
I value loyalty over the money, if nigga a rat, we ain't patching it up.
Don't give a fuck if it's 500K, if the feature is wack, then I'm passing it up.
Straight to the M's and I'm laughing it up, if that pussy a ten, I ain't strapping it up.
I like me a nerd, but I want me a freak, and if she ain't a freak, she ain't ratchet enough. She throw it back, but
I'm slapping it up, my name on her ass, she tatted it up.
The nine on my hip if a nigga wan' trip, hope that dotta be quick when he patching him up.
Somebody take the wheel, the Henny got me on a crazy spell.
I feel like I wanna go chase the thrill, but really I'd rather go chase these mills.
Since I was a kid, I been raised in hell, I really just should've went straight to jail. I'm popping my shit, but
I ain't no pills, you know how I get when I break the seal, for real.
I was tryna get it out the hard way, make a little flick, turn bands into Broadway, uh.
I don't take breaks on a hard day, money don't sleep, so I'm on on my off day, woah.
Not enough wins on the parlay, took a lot of L's, but I learned it the hard way.
Running red lights, give a fuck about the law, this a one way street and I'm going down the wrong way. I been going down the wrong way, pedal to the floor,
I'll teach you how to road rage.
Hit up my connect, tell him fuck with me the long way, big underdog, turn crumbs into gourmet.
Made in my sleep what you made in a hard day, five star dinners, I ain't eating at a parfait. Rolls Royce Phantom,
John Lucas on CarPlay, stars in the ceiling, more lights than an arcade.
I been on my shit, a nigga sick of the nonsense, delivering shit that make a sinner sick of my conscience.
The bigger nigga get, a nigga big as the block is, my middle finger stick up when I'm flipping the bosses.
I keep a locker of shit like I been living with locksmiths, you ever plot on me, then you'll be seeing a plot twist.
I don't believe in niggas, I believe in the process, I kill a nigga beat and leave his shit in a hospice, for real.
Turn up the stove, I'm cooking and eating, I'm grinding on weed, don't care where I'm sleeping.
I hate being broke, this shit got me scheming, if you owe me money, somebody gon' squeeze it.
I'm flipping the script, don't care if they peeping, I came from the bricks, my parents was cheating.
I stay in the field, don't play in the bleachers, I work on a scale, I'm slanging to teachers.
Don't care 'bout no hate, just need me some bitches, just send in your tape.
Come get an audition, I nut in her face, now look how she glisten, I'm deep in her lake.
She thought I was fishing, these bitches be cuffing, I broke out of prison, my base in the oven.
I'm fresh out the kitchen, I bust down an onion, my niggas gon' flip it, I made me a cut, but I'm still on a mission.
Louis my bag and the foreign, I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck.
Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm adding it up.
I'll be right back in the morning, now Maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough.
Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a duck.
So glad that I got out of prison and that ain't no place to be, bitch, and they stabbing you up.
Jumped out the truck with the baddest of bitches, I came through the trenches right after the club.
I was that nigga that went and go got it, don't care about mileage, we backing the truck.
Police in Patek, they mad as a fuck, this is not love, bitch, you acting off lust.
I was so destined to just be that nigga since Rozay and Ghost sitting back of that bus.
Look at my style and just copy me, never acknowledge me, now they be acting like us.
GoodFellas, baby, you know how we moving, the pistol, the shovel in back of the trunk.
Went out of town, I'll be back in a month, fuck in her face 'til her lashes is done.
I been an outcast like Andre, meet me at the garden, we can do it at the park place.
AMG on my phone for the CarPlay, smoking on the butter in the spot, we got parkade.
Couple dollars on your top, I got niggas that'll pull up on your block and they won't leave all day.
OT's that'll really do it to you, they don't listen to no drill, all they putting on is Sade.
Telling me they ill, but these niggas is not sick, jumped out and dropped six, me in the top pick.
Still be in the trap, you ain't gotta remind shit, I'm low, but them Cartiers cover my eyelids.
The Patek all ice, I don't hate when the time tick, it gotta be the best, only shit that my mom get.
Put me to the test, now they watching my mind flip, say it with your chest, bro, don't turn to a hostage.
I come from the trenches, I grew up with trenches, dusty, my mama with dresses on Easter.
Product so raw, got them talking to Jesus, what's the price on the pie?
I ain't talking no pizza.
Foreigns around me, they all from Ibiza, I earned all my stripes, I ain't talking Adidas. I think I'm LeBron when I'm walking through Cleveland, Pablo and
Joyner, the conference eastern.
Louis my bag and the foreign, I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck.
Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm adding it up. I'll be right back in the morning, now
Maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough.
Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a. . .