作词 : Fritz-Joël Clerveaux/Woody Dameus
作曲 : Melvin Joel Feliz
My whip, my bitch and all the brands I rock, they all foreign
You niggas gossip If it aint bout profit I ignore it
Niggas know wassup we won't talk if it ain't bout money
And they cant hang with us they know they moving funny

Hate the game and not the player
Maybe I should run for mayor
I be burning them blue candles got Ezili in my prayers
Im tryna get a hunnid acres
Big crib no neighbours
Greenland nigga and my sauce got different flavors

Ah ah oh shit Rosalvo back on his shit
Insert the chip and the profit looking like i sold a brick

No I'm not like none of you niggas
I'm just tryna add up the figures
Make a **** nigga bitter
From the basement like Big Tigger

Credit line on a profile and we ain't paying back
I got people on the inside and we gon split these racks
We got scammers we got dope boys Forgies on a new toy
Been doing this shit for a while now it aint new boy

My heart is broken money is the only thing that could get it fixed
I told my day ones if they stay down imma make ‘em rich

My whip, my bitch and all the brands I rock, they all foreign
You niggas gossip If it aint bout profit I ignore it
Niggas know wassup we won't talk if it ain't bout money
And they cant hang with us they know they moving funny

Hate the game and not the player
Maybe I should run for mayor
I be burning them blue candles got Ezili in my prayers
Im tryna get a hunnid acres
Big crib no neighbours
Greenland nigga and my sauce got different flavors

We got used to it, it’s reup, sell it, get it back
Not everybody understands but street niggas relate to that
Walk around like I’m the man but bitch I am don’t see no cap
Money moves I call my dawg like broski we gon’ get on that
Hoping I get a foreign car
Couple niggas ‘round the city be playing with cards
He got served some shit and now he chilling with the stars
Niggas want me dead but I dont give a **** at all
No none at all
Shorty said these niggas don’t like you
But I’m playing it cool
Cause I can understand these lil niggas dont got the juice

My whip, my bitch and all the brands I rock, they all foreign
You niggas gossip If it aint bout profit I ignore it
Niggas know wassup we won't talk if it ain't bout money
And they cant hang with us they know they moving funny

Hate the game and not the player
Maybe I should run for mayor
I be burning them blue candles got Ezili in my prayers
Im tryna get a hunnid acres
Big crib no neighbours
Greenland nigga and my sauce got different flavors