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Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

It's a smash You did good, $lick I just spent some money on my necklace (yeah) My wrist (yeah, my wrist) My bitch (yeah), houses (yeah, houses) Too sick (ayy) Got me wantin' all the smoke (smoke, smoke) Too rich, flexin' my portfolio Wow, money goin', whoa, whoa, whoa Wow, money goin', whoa, whoa, whoa Bitch, I get it, all my hoes know End up spending on my folks though Choppa out the roof doin' donuts I just got my tax bill, 'bout to go nuts IRS pull up on me, then it's going up Showed my pops, it almost made him throw up Shoutout my pops 'cause he just survived pneumonia Down bad, how he even caught corona Liver failure almost put him in a coma 'Least I can do is take him to the beach in Florida Long way from poppin' trams in the can 27 million, my advance Used to struggle, mama always had the stamps Daddy hustled, show me how to be a man Yeah, I just put a bowling alley in my new crib Wrote it off as entertainment for my business Ain't got no kids, but I still got them dependents Fuck your quarterly, I spend that on my bitches (fuck your-) Don't give a fuck, don't give a fuck, don't give a fuck I just spent some money on my- I just spent some money on my-, ayy I spent 'bout a milli on the fam People stealing when they can 10K a week of cash for the drugs That's why I don't do friends Shake hands with the man Roll my eyes when they say it's 'bout the love (what the fuck?) Walked into chase, shoulda seen my face When the bankers said, "How many mortgages you pay?" Back then was none, somehow my funds Was payin' for everything on this side of the lake I felt betrayed Money, money, money, man They'll do something funny, man People try to warn me, man You way too nice and way too trusty, man And now I'm fucked up Grippin' the llama, deep in the drugs, drownin' my trauma Cursin' my mama, cursin' my father, all over commas Leaving the nest, got with an ex, spiraling downwards Getting abused, gettin' more used, gettin' devoured Losin' my mind, losin' what's mine, losin' my weight I'm dead if I do, dead if I don't, just give me a way Send me the detox, it was a joke pops, send me the day I'm dead if I wait Man, I just spent some money on my detox I was up for nothin', had to restart Just know you not alone, homie, sweetheart Never too far gone to restart
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