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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason Armon Capel
Songwriter
Lemar McNeill
Songwriter
Ahmad Henderson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea
Just get that money out the safe
I tell a hater get the
Fuck up about my face
All that cap is in the way
You got a dream you've got to chase
I'm fired up I'm probably
Rolling up some shake
Press record it's getting laced
Just get the fuck up out my face
Bitch I'm fired up, we riders
I'm modest
My only weakness is my fucking goddess
Aye
Bitch I'm fired up, we riders
I'm modest
My only weakness is my fucking goddess
Real nigga, Steven Spiel nigga
Make a movie, roll a doobie
Got some time to kill with you
Don't make it hard to deal with you
I'm trying to chill with you
I ain't worried about your drama
This ain't Dr Phil nigga
Homie we don't do the hash tagging
And mass tagging
You ain't special no
But I glow like the last dragon
I'm back spazzing
Surgical but this verbal
Could change my tax bracket
All this money come with back stabbers
Niggas ain't no friends in it
We been social distancing
Like way before the damn pandemic
Swear these niggas just took a lie
Straight made it up
And then ran with it
On the block with them white ones
And my hood up like Klan members
Late nights I'm pulling up
On my lil boo and I stand in it
Just get that money out the safe
I tell a hater get the
Fuck up about my face
All that cap is in the way
You got a dream you've got to chase
I'm fired up I'm probably
Rolling up some shake
Press record it's getting laced
Just get the fuck up out my face
Bitch I'm fired up, we riders
I'm modest
My only weakness is my fucking goddess
Aye
Bitch I'm fired up, we riders
I'm modest
My only weakness is my fucking goddess
Aye
Best thing you can do stay out the way
And try to be productive everyday
My nigga really got it out the clay
Now everybody bow your head and
Fuck the usher
Fuck the preacher
Fuck Sunday school teacher
Yea I'm local but these vocals
Got me charging for a feature
Fuck your jewelry and your sneakers
This shit deeper than a Delta
I'm on campus up in Hamptons
Smoking reefer with a delta
It's a vibe
This is light, this shit right
We gon slide
Got a nine in Southern Pines
But that bitch think that she a dime
Can't waste no time, it's still no time
Cuz I got money on my mind
And it ain't sunny all the time
But I hit Sunny on the line
Just get that money out the safe
I tell a hater get the
Fuck up about my face
All that cap is in the way
You got a dream you've got to chase
I'm fired up I'm probably
Rolling up some shake
Press record it's getting laced
Just get the fuck up out my face
Bitch I'm fired up, we riders
I'm modest
My only weakness is my fucking goddess
Aye
Bitch I'm fired up, we riders
I'm modest
My only weakness is my fucking goddess
Writer(s): Mason Capel
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