Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Ricky Walters
Ricky Walters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
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Producer

Lyrics

Yo Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip (yuh) Selling rerock (yuh), repressin' a block (yuh), slide on your block (yuh) Depressing my opps Counting all this money, getting used to having it (ching) My wallet costs more than what I used to have in it Ayo, Pi'erre, do you wanna come in here? I got lots of girls and I got lots of drugs in here In my studio, it feels like it's a club in here Bitches fucking 'bout a double, ain't no dubbing here (oh yeah) Diamonds shining, I feel like I got the sun in here (sun) Shooters around me, who you think you're sonning here? (Ooh) I take a Fanta and I put some mud in there You say you've got a party, I'ma pop up there You a cub, your main bitch fuck me like I'm papa bear You the type to wild out when the cops are there I found a trap, my pans and all my pots are there I'm going fast, who you think you're stopping here? I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip (yuh) Selling rerock (yuh), repressin' a block (yuh), slide on your block (yuh) Depressing my opps, yuh Just give me a minute, just give me a minute I'ma hit it and quit it You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute Just give me a minute, just give me a minute Gettin' dressed up in designer, give me a minute Just give me a minute, just give me a minute Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute Just give me a minute, just give me a minute (Offset) Give me a minute (hey), the coupe is tinted (skrrt) Ninth-inning (ninth), it's time to go get it (let's get it) I used to be trappin' pigeons, now push start and crank the engine (vroom) Wrists on frigid, glisten, listen, hundred round drum with the biscuit La di da di put her on molly, fuck on top of the 'Rari (molly) Python Audi, sitting on Forgis white baby body I thank the plug 'cause me alive My uncle cooking up dope in front my eyes 'Fore you open the door, go get the five She on the Perc', now it's a vibe (Perc') I get the bag, it's automatic (ay), she on the Addy I got some cash inside the mattress, I got more in the attic I'm high fashion like I imagined, look at my status Look at the mathematics (mathematics), look at the baddies (damn) All made of plastic, I bet this money gon' last me I stay in my lane, I don't crash it Wake up, lil' nigga, you lackin' (wake up) Droppin' the phone, I pass it I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists (ball) Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip (yeah) Selling rerock (yuh), repressin' a block (yuh), slide on your block (block) (yuh) Depressing my opps, yuh Just give me a minute, just give me a minute I'ma hit it and quit it (yah) You need some drink (yah, yah), plug gon' pull up in a minute (yah, yah) Just give me a minute (yah, yah), just give me a minute (yah, yah) Gettin' dressed up in designer, give me a minute Just give me a minute (give me a minute), just give me a minute (give me a minute) Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute Just give me a minute, just give me a minute Got young Navi on the phone, he asking for some Wock Got some bitches in my home, they cookin' on the pot Know some niggas in the A still trappin' at the spot And we robbing all you niggas, we taking off your top I'm in Fulton with the slimes, we pull up with them mops And when I'm talking 'bout the Mob, that's Harlem to the Bronx I use to ride 'round with that Glock, but now I'm way too hot Got some niggas who do time for Carti 'cause I got that guap Got some paparazzi looking at me, waiting on the flop Fuck these little niggas hatin', snitchin' like some cop I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip (yuh) Selling rerock (yuh), repressin' a block (yuh), slide on your block (yuh) Depressing my opps, yeah Just give me a minute, just give me a minute I'ma hit it and quit it You need some drink, plug gon' up in a minute (pop) Just give me a minute (pop), just give me a minute Gettin' dressed up in designer, give me a minute Just give me a minute, just give me a minute Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute Just give me a minute, just give me a minute Buy myself a car, Chevrolet shit Money want Ain't no money call, that's some scary shit I'm on a cam floor, on a cam floor (Metro Boomin' want some more nigga) (Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Writer(s): Jared Jenks, Jordan Terrell, Kiari Cephus, Leland Wayne, Navraj Goraya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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