作词 : David Orion Pointer/Kamron Ford/Adrian Justin Baez/Dylan Berg
 作曲 : David Orion Pointer/Kamron Ford/Adrian Justin Baez/Dylan Berg
Aye, uh
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no mor
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, **** 'em, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauc
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all
They talk about your loses, but won't talk about your gains , no
Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no
When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go
I remember I was happy, now I just think ''where them days go?''
I can stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas
Think I'm stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem
Me and fake niggas just don't click, and if I see 'em, I'mma rob 'e
And bitch I'm fresh up on from the bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
He got a problem, we got choppas, 762s
I got money, now they tryna find out, what I'm into
That fame will make some niggas change, I told them mov
Had to try to do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them woo's, now
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no mor
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, **** 'em, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauc
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all
Tell that bitch, turn the city up, countin' all these money problems
But in LA, she ain't eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo
Says she actin' like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber
I'mma just let out all this cream, in her throat, I got a hitter, Mercedes
She tryna go out for a date, yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
Stackin these hunnids', they look like the sea
Told a bitch that I love her, but no I don't mean it
Sorry but, bitch I didn't mean it, talkin' money, finna set up a meter
Bodies droppin', and my little nigga did it, two shots, and these niggas are sleepin
Holdin' her, but didn't hit her though
bitch be for the bag, I up my swag, so no one takin' her
And she suckin' dick, and know she bad, she takin' off
bitch I swipe my card, don't share no tag, I'm scammin' though
Cut off that lil bitch, and embarrass her
They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no mor
Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
Oh, **** 'em, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah
3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauc
They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all