作词 : Worldpremeria Edwards/Colin Franken
作曲 : Worldpremeria Edwards/Colin Franken
[Intro]
Uh, woo
Revenue Gang
AWLORN, yeah
(Frankie, yeah)
Hey, yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy
Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy
They say talk is cheap, I promise I don't owe no debts, ayy
They say come with it and I did, run my respect
Ooh, my respect, yeah
Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah
You ain't no threat, ayy
Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah

[Verse 1]
You, you don't make no bread (No bread)
Thoughts of Nimic all in your head
Your bitch know it too, I'm all in her bed
If niggas upset me, rewind what I said
Why they hate on me? Get some commas instead (Mhm)
I'll stay real 'til the day I'm dead
I'll climb to the top, y'all can keep my legs
She wanna touch the moon, I showed her how to put her legs up
She know I'm a baller and this shit is just a layup
So baby, welcome to the game, just met the number one player
Sit you courtside so you know that I ain't playin'
Ayy, you searchin' for me, girl, I been prayin' (I been prayin')
Open sesame, yeah, I'm tryna praise it (Uh)
These hoes obsessed with me and I know that you hate it
I got hoes, but baby girl, you're my favorite

[Chorus]
Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy
Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy
They say talk is cheap, I promise I don't owe no debts, ayy
They say come with it and I did, run my respect
Ooh, my respect, yeah
Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah
You ain't no threat, ayy
Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah

[Verse 2]
I've been smoking all night and day
'Bout to drown, these niggas tryna ride the wave (Drown these niggas)
I feel like I smoke my life away
I could do more than I can say (Yeah)
I can stuff more in my pocket, ayy
This trap, I did pop yesterday
Silent moves, yeah, they all wanna investigate
But they got a reason to feel this way
Look how fat my pocket is
I was one inch off, and I knocked it in
Got in my hours, I clocked 'em in
Got a new gun, restocked again
He flexin', then we robbin' him
They new, then we coppin' them
It's Revenue Gang, no stoppin' them
Frankie the plug, go shop with him (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy
Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy
They say talk is cheap, I promise I don't owe no debts, ayy
They say come with it and I did, run my respect
Ooh, my respect, yeah (My respect)
Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah
You ain't no threat, ayy
Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah