作词 : Justin Marshall
作曲 : Justin Marshall
Rockin' over-sized sweaters
Smokin' too many cigarettes
Out here on our own wave
Don't think you can catch it
Trappin' ain't dead
Y'all just killin' to finesse shit
Baby hold me down
Homies keep me in check, oh
Bust it, crush it, count the money up
Bust it, crush it, count the money up
Bust it, crush it, count the money up
Bust it, crush it, count...
I don't need a book, I'm very well read, yeah
I don't need a look, I'm confident, yeah
Rollin' to the city when I'm dry or wet, yeah
Hot car but we got A/C vents, yeah
Time to roll it up, I ain't talkin' wit a whip, yeah
Poor boy life but the *** all mixed, yeah
Hit you with the flow and your guts get wrenched, yeah
Twenty-five a G man, it's finna get kicked, oh
Dolla bill rolled up
Glass table with a razor bout to get buck
Never been pampered, no shoulder rubs
Gotta do ** on my own, I know what I want
Rockin' over-sized sweaters
Smokin' too many cigarettes
Out here on our own wave
Don't think you can catch it
Trappin' ain't dead
Y'all just killin' to finesse shit
Baby hold me down
Homies keep me in check, oh
Bust it, crush it, count the money up
Bust it, crush it, count the money up
Bust it, crush it, count the money up
Bust it, crush it, count...
