Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playmakin Yella
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael O. Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ka-Flame
Producer
Torcha Chamber Studios
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
They always fronting and faking, about the money they making
We want that real music back, so we in front of the stations
Like turn that shit off, say we honestly hating?
Hell nah dawg, they ain't holding no conversations
Want it all man, fuck being humble and patient
Only time we get to ball, during summer vacations
Hit them with the real reason, talking tax season
Fire with the flow, even though this track freezing
Giving life to this shit, bitch I got it back to breathing
Counting up the paper, trying to make it stack even
Nigga's lying bout them racks, that's deceiving
Apply the grind or this time, they are back to thieving
Cooking up this evening, devoured by my heat
Freestyled bout a whole fucking hour, to this beat
Until I came up with this, like I'm in a boxing ring
Flame came with them hits, bringing real shit
Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money
Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming yet and still
Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money
Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming ya feel me
Pull up, taking all my shots like D Book
If it's there for the taking, then it's took, with no look
Mane I'm barely at the house, I live my life on the road
Just to keep the money flowing, cause these bills still coming
My lady, she be upset, cause I don't give her no time
I need a check baby, I put my life on the line
That's my reason for rhyme, keep that 8'ball close
Boxing out for possession, when I'm in the low post
Known for going ghost, because I'm focused
I want it all from cash, gold, credit cards, and some crypto tokens
Keeping all my plays in motion, with another notion
Too humble to be out here, bragging and boasting
Real shit, I know you feel this
That's why the radio, won't play this
Trae vibes, when I'm in my spaceship
Racing, chasing, after faces, on my Ka-Flame shit
Big Yella baby, I'm forever after mine
Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money
Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming yet and still
Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money
Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming
I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming ya feel me
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