I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money, fuck bitches I double parked the Aston in the red My mama told me that I'ma work myself to death My girl told me don't let these hoes get in my head My world been ecstatic, I checked the signal that read
Interviews wanna know my thoughts and opinions Fox News wanna use my name for percentage My latest muse is my niece, she worth livin' See me on the TV and scream: "That's Uncle Kendrick!" Yeah, that's the business Somebody tell Geraldo this nigga got some ambition I'm not a politician, I'm not 'bout a religion I'm a Israelite, don't call me Black no mo' That word is only a color, it ain't facts no mo' My cousin called, my cousin Carl Duckworth Said know my worth And Deuteronomy say that we all been cursed I know he walks the Earth But it's money to get, bitches to hit, yah Zeroes to flip, temptation is, yah First on my list, I can't resist, yah Everyone together now, know that we forever
Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Writer/s: Anthony Tiffith, Dacoury Natche, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Michael Burton, Phillip Terry
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
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"Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks was written by two Nashville songwriters after a meal in a local restaurant. One of them forgot his money, but said not to worry, "I have friends in low places. I know the cook."