PJ 作曲 : Devante McCreary/Dominique Jones/Daniel Schnabel [Intro: BossMan Dlow] N**ga Yeah, yeah N**ga, Big Za (Gentle Beatz) Yeah [Chorus: BossMan Dlow] I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (Yeah) Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (Yeah) Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (N**ga) You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent' (Come here, bae) Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, bae) Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percеnt, huh (No) These n**gas ain't ballin', you n**gas be on thе bench, mm (Bench) [Verse 1: BossMan Dlow] N**gas be on the sideline, you ain't get no playin' time (N**ga) I be with them shit poppers, ice on, I'm outside (Bling) Pockets full of cheese, n**ga, fresher than Febreze, n**ga (Yeah) Smellin' like some Creed, n**ga (Yeah), head to toe Celine, n**ga (Yeah) Real solid street n**ga, it's in my eyes, boy (Yeah) Come and get in with Too Slippery, shit'll change your life, boy (Yeah) Yeah, I'm screamin', "F**k 12," 'til they free the guys, boy (F**k 12) You ain't gotta put me in the game 'cause I'm startin' five, boy This ain't a game, this how I live (Yeah) Trap ain't dead, I'm dead for real (Yeah) I'm in a big body switchin' gears Neck and wrist on [?] (Bling) Mouth on Aquafina, baby (Bling) Pockets thick like Serena, baby Pull up in that—, yeah Pull up, brand-new Beamer, baby (Vyoom) [Chorus: BossMan Dlow] I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (Yeah) Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (Yeah) Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (N**ga) You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent' (Come here, bae) Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, bae) Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (No) These n**gas ain't ballin', you n**gas be on the bench, mm (Bench) [Verse 2: Lil Baby] Hold 'em bags for me, baby, you can be my b**ch (Bags for me) All them times I been in handcuffs, shit, I had to bust my wrist On a PJ shootin' dice with Dlow, Farda on the four When we land, I hit a couple folks and tell 'em it's on the floor My lil' young ho want exotic Birkin, she might know some shit (Yeah) Break down spot, this b**ch on fire, another house for hoes and spritz (Yeah) I can show you how to run it up, I really know this shit Turn a pound into a hundred thou', I'm on the GOATed list I'm the illest, baby (Yeah), and the realest, baby (Yeah) Hundred-fifty-five pounds, but I'm the biggest, baby (Yeah) Treat these bags like kids, can't leave 'em unattended, baby (Gotta watch 'em) I'ma get this money, be there when I finish, baby (Ho stop callin' me) [Chorus: BossMan Dlow] I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (Yeah) Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (Yeah) Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (N**ga) You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent' (Come here, bae) Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, bae) Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (No) These n**gas ain't ballin', you n**gas be on the bench, mm (Bench)