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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Rymez
Rymez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephanie Victoria Allen
Stephanie Victoria Allen
Composer
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rymez
Rymez
Producer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I fell in love with my money again, yeah Free Bandz I got chinchillas on my bed spread Steff, what up? My niggas the feds, niggas on deck Grimez They don't know my struggle (my struggle) They don't know my pain (they don't know my pain) They don't know how many times I almost went insane They don't know the hustle (hustle) They can't feel my pain That's why I'm cashin' out and I spend racks on racks on racks On Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Louis, Louis, Louis (yeah, yeah) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis (diamonds on my neck) I got these bitches pressed I got 'em all singin' Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis Pull up on your block Got you wishin' that I was dead Heard that they been comin', I been waitin' in the sunset I be with my niggas all day, bet you can thumb press Thing go brrrr, good, got that grrrr, that's your blood check Yeah, I don't know about that (they heard them gunshots) I don't know why they mad, I'm just doin' all I can (yeah, yeah) Keep it all comin', I got it I serve it, and run and fuck they heads off Pullin' up, bill it up, run it up Fuck it up, you should know I got it Ooh, they can't walk in my shoes (what you want from me?) You know what it is (I gave it all I had) Diamonds on my neck and my wrist (I gave it all I had) They don't know my struggle They don't know my pain (what they want from me?) They don't know how many times I almost went insane They don't know the hustle They can't feel my pain (I gave it all I had) That's why I'm cashin' out and I spend racks on racks on racks On Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Ohh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?) I got these bitches pressed Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) I got 'em all singin' Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) They don't know my struggle They don't know my pain (what you want from me?) They don't know 'bout all 'em nights I damn near went insane I'm goin' crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah My diamonds doin' [?], yeah, yeah (I gave it all I had) My cash bringin' drama, drama, drama, drama Went and bought a Rolls-Royce for my baby mama My checks stay on fleek, they call that a Hannah Montana My ATMs SD bitch, I fuck my [?] (I gave it all I had) Yeah, I get racks on racks on racks on racks I put Gucci, I put animals on my back, my back Bought that Cuban dog collar, got a second set (I gave it all I had) I bust a rich bitch, but my diamonds ain't gon' win my set, yeah I fell in love with my money again, yeah (what you want from me?) I got chinchillas on my bed spread (what you want from me?) My niggas the feds, niggas on deck (what you want from me?) Postin' choppers on the 'gram and now we stay with lead I came from the bottom, I can't let no groupie get in my head And they keep me on the blogs for shit I never said Only bought a Presidential for my reputation (I gave it all I had) Twenty chains around my neck, yeah (what you want from me?) Christian Loub's will drive you crazy (what they want from me?) Birkin bags for my main lady (I gave it all I had) I can't front, this rap can't save me (I gave it all I had) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?) I got these bitches pressed Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) I got 'em all singin' What they want from me? What the fuck you want from me? I gave it all I had I gave you all I had What you want from me? What you want from me? I gave you all I had I gave you all I had What the fuck you want from me? What the fuck they want from me? I gave 'em all I had I gave 'em all I had
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri, Stephanie Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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