Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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
Writer(s): Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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