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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Programming
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dmactoobangin
Dmactoobangin
Producer

Lyrics

Ugh ugh ugh Fed shit Ayy, gangster shit only nigga Lil Baby what's poppin'? DMac got me too bangin' All four of my pockets full now I can't be totin' no handguns (Glock) Unless that bitch come with a thirty (With a thirty) I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes Unless that bitch come with a buddy (With a friend) I can't be drivin' no regular cars (Skrrt) That bitch gotta come with a button (A button) I was broke like a while back Now I'm up all of a sudden I can't be rappin' for free They gotta send me the budget (Send me that) I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw I had to slip on a rubber (Slip in that) I can't be rockin' no plain jane Both of my watches be flooded I can't be drinkin' on regular soda All of my cups be muddy I just came home with nothin' (Woo) Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey) Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey) Now I'm up all of a sudden (Hey, hey) Moneybagg, Moneybagg (Fuck with it) I'm in the booth with a money bag Here go the bricks, where the money at? Give me a load, I ain't comin' back I make 'em shoot where your stomach at We gon' pull up where your mama at Runnin' through hoes like a running back We can fuck but you can't call this number back If you knew better, baby you'd do better I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner I'm with MoneyBagg, we went four federal Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better? I can't be totin' no handguns Unless that bitch come with a thirty I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes Unless that bitch come with a buddy I can't be drivin' no regular cars That bitch gotta come with a button I was broke like a while back Now I'm up all of the sudden I can't be rappin' for free They gotta send me the budget (Send me that) I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw I had to slip on a rubber (Gimmie that) I can't be rockin' no plain jane Both of my watches be flooded I can't be drinkin' on regular soda All of my cups be muddy If I said fuck you I meant that I'm whippin' this coupe, I ain't rent that The shit that you savin', I spent that And if you want smoke you can get that (You can get it) I just want proof of the backend Any time I fuck her I hit from the back end I'm pullin' her hair while I dig in her She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in I can't hit that bitch raw, got a glove on me I'm in the trap with the drugs one me I just went bonkers all up, exclusive gang Fly as fuck like a dove on me Diamonds wet like a tub on me Hurricane Harvey, flood on me Left the spot with a dub on me Walk in the spot, bitches tug on me I can't be totin' no handguns Unless that bitch come with a thirty (With a thirty) I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes Unless that bitch come with a buddy (With a friend) I can't be drivin' no regular cars (Skrt) That bitch gotta come with a button (A button) I was broke like a while back Now I'm up all of the sudden I can't be rappin' for free They gotta send me the budget I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw I had to slip on a rubber (Gimmie that) I can't be rockin' no plain jane Both of my watches be flooded I can't be drinkin' on regular soda All of my kush be muddy I just came home with nothin' Now I'm up all of the sudden Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey Now I'm up all of the sudden I just came home with nothin' Now I'm up all of the sudden Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey Now I'm up all of the sudden
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Dyllan Christopher Mckinney, Demario Dewayne White Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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