More songs by Key Glock
Description
Recording Engineer: Sammy AONAH Hanano at Street Execs Studios
Mixing Engineer: Ari Morris
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Logan Schmitz
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Kai Jarvis Fleming
Producer: King Wonka
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Kai Jarvis Fleming
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's just the B in me.
Yeah.
-It's the Bad King, baby. -Ayy, leggo.
I be gettin' that money for sure. Tell them haters get up off my dick. Got a Richard Mille cost a ghost.
I just parked the Rolls on my wrist. My lil' niggas call me coach.
Better know I send that blitz. I bet not trick on these hoes. I don't care how rich I get.
Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch. Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda.
Millionaire ridin' with them sticks. Ayy, I'll send a nigga to jail, hoe.
She hop on that dick and do tricks. I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor. Raw fry your ass like fish.
I be buyin' shit before I see a total. Yeah, nigga, I'm like that.
Glizock put it on her neck, bite that. Yeah, she bad but ain't shit, can't wife that.
I just left from the bank and went right back. On the road to riches, can't get sidetracked.
On the road to riches, can't sit still. I'm ridin' with banana clips, get peeled.
I'm all about them dollar bills. I be gettin' that money for sure.
Tell them haters get up off my dick. Got a Richard Mille cost a ghost.
I just parked the Rolls on my wrist. My lil' niggas call me coach. Better know I send that blitz.
I bet not trick on these hoes. I don't care how rich I get.
I don't care how rich I get, bitch. I'ma still be the same nigga. I can't be stopped like a train, nigga. Ayy,
I ain't worried about these lame niggas.
Don't you ever go against the grain, nigga. Nigga, this that B. Don't worry about Glizock, nigga, I'm chillin'.
Nah, for real, my neck chilly.
He reach for this chain, it's gon' be a— Knock your dumb ass right out your shoes. Bitch, I'm the number that come before two. This
Tussin that this shit just like glue. Deep-sea diamonds, my money is blue.
Ain't too many real ones left, just a few. Mr. Glock makin' plays, yeah, Uncle Drew.
Don't get it confused, smoke your ass, Uncle Snoop.
I be gettin' that money for sure. Tell them haters get up off my dick. Got a Richard Mille cost a ghost.
I just parked the Rolls on my wrist. My lil' niggas call me coach.
Better know I send that blitz. I bet not trick on these hoes. I don't care how rich I get.
Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch. Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda.
Millionaire ridin' with them sticks. Ayy, I'll send a nigga to jail, hoe.
She hop on that dick and do tricks. I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor.
Raw fry your ass like fish. I be buyin' shit before I see a total. Yeah.
Yeah.
Glizock