Lyrics : Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr/Martin McCurtis
Music : Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr/Martin McCurtis
Producer : Floatybeats/Helluva/ProdByKaio
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We ain't let that money change us
Ooh, they was the only ones who changed up
They ain't think we was gon' to make it, so they gave up
Now they want somethin' after how they played us
Bro, I told you, these **** ain't the same as us
They wasn't out here thuggin' in the rain with us
Riskin' they life, puttin' in pain with us
Can't let my guard down, that's too dangerous
Young **** from the bottom havin' motion
Chain platinum, name golden
****ed my money up when I first got it, I ain't know shit
Years in this shit and I ain't never did no ho shit
'Member we was children, brodie, we them **** now
Used to want a million, I wanna be richer now
Protectin' healers, yes, I know you hear me, God
First **** play dumb, first **** gettin' popped
Had to stop passin' out money and get rid of my distractions (Free my boy)
See how **** act when you say you ain't got it
Tried to bring **** together, push 'em forward, they went backwards
In my city, all the ones that was in front of me, I lapped 'em (Bitch-ass ****)
I make half a million every month, this shit just gettin' greater (Just goin' up)
Told brodie manifestation, can't **** with prayer (Amen)
Can't have my son around everybody, I want him safer
If he see the same shit I saw, how he gon' turn out greater? (My boy)
And I be stayin' out the way 'cause you just never know (Never know)
I'd rather travel with the family, take 'em coast to coast (We gone)
Whenever I'm in the trenches, I gotta move low
'Cause I'll have a **** immediate family front row (The ****?)
They say the weakest the loudest, why you think I've been quiet? (I been quiet)
Don't **** with too many rappers 'cause I ain't shit like 'em (I ain't like 'em)
I look up, they either clout-chasin' or dick-ridin'
Wish I ain't know it 'cause I used to wanna be just like 'em
Fake tough ****, get some money with your worthless ass
I could go and spend an M right now and it won't hurt the stash
Bronem measure weed, he roll it up right off the turkey bag
I ain't goin' back and forth with ****, we'll murk they ass (We'll kill 'em)
Courtside at the Pistons game, boy, I run this bitch (Run this bitch)
Rolls-Royce electrical, AP a three-hundred strip (Three hundred)
Richest **** come off Joy Road, free my brothers, bitch
Show these boys my pictures, let 'em see who they ain't ****in' with (Let 'em see)
I forgot to put the Rollie on, I'm in a rush today (I was rushin')
Car foreign, Maybach, gun foreign, Russian K (Grrah)
Wash my hands 'fore I touch the kids, I've been touchin' pape'
**** see me, don't know what the **** to say
Put **** on, it ain't my fault they ****ed they run up
Gave **** loans, it ain't my fault they ****ed they funds up
They know 'bout the road, I'm the one that lifted the hood up
Icy-ass stones, you can reach, but pussy, good luck, bitch (Good luck, ****)
We ain't let that money change us, **** (We didn't)
They was the only ones who changed up (Like bitch-ass)
They ain't think we was goin' to make it, so they gave up (They ain't make it)
Now they want somethin' after how they played us (****, **** 'em)
Bro, I'm tellin' you, these **** ain't the same as us (They not)
They wasn't out here thuggin' in the rain with us (They wasn't)
Riskin' they life, puttin' in pain with us
Can't let my guard down, that's too dangerous
Young **** from the bottom havin' motion, huh (Havin' motion)
Chain platinum, name golden (Name gold)
****ed my money up when I first got it, I ain't know shit (I ain't know shit)
Years in this shit and I ain't never did no ho shit, **** (Ah)
Mastering Engineer : Mike Tucci
Vocals : Tee Grizzley
Mixing Engineer : Patrizio “Teezio” Pigliapoco