How 作词 : Dominique Jones/Shane Lindstrom 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Shane Lindstrom M-M- M-Murda Runnin' up this money been a breeze Phew Flew her in she f**k me 'til she leave Uh She done fell in love I'm sellin' dreams I done fell in love with buyin' jeans Jeans Hate I found a love for sippin' lean Hellcat faster than a Demon new G-Wagen with no key Put baguettes in my AP I ain't on playing about they beef N***as know I play for keeps Treat my brothers like they me Had to make myself a boss It ain't no n***a workin' me I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me Know they hate the way It happened probably somewhere cursin' me I don't know nothing 'bout no killin' All I know is murder beats I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef I roll in peace I put diamonds in my teeth Came from grindin' in the streets Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall They need they freedom Free y'all When I be on TV and perform I hope they see me See me Once it's up it's stuck We get over on n***as not get even Forgiato rims on my dually I ride diesel Only rock Amiris with my team not no Diesel Got some n***as up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles She keep sayin' I'm the man that's**t boostin' up my ego Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal I'm just sayin' Yeah How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin' Gave 'em all the drip them n***as still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you I been getting loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back so I keep on rollin' yeah Drop-top McLaren Oh Everybody starin' Lookin' Lil' one from the hood turned into the man Big dawg Get a lot of money Yeah Try to stuff it in my pants 4 Pockets I might do the woah Woah N***a I don't dance Rings on my hand cost a fortune Shout out to my mama no abortion What's up D-Boy white Air Forces Crisp Different kinda bags I got choices Flavors And I got the swag for a loyal ticket Think I'm hearing voices in my head sayin' Kill him Kill him Know she'll forgive me I'm one of the real ones Really from the trenches turn a dollar to a nickel Get 'em Baddest of the baddest Guess I gotta wait to pick 'em Try us then we smashin' then they go to playing victim Kill 'em I don't know what happened All I know is he got hit up I'ma need a napkin chains drippin' VV's lit up I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up Get up We gon' beat the trial I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups Push-up Win win win no lose or draw I never give up Nah N***a what you bangin' what you claimin' Throw that's**t up 4 Baby How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin' Gave 'em all the drip them n***as still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you I been getting loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back so I keep on rollin' yeah