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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donovan Hardie
Donovan Hardie
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Pablomcr
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Engineer
JR HitMaker
JR HitMaker
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lemme roll up another blunt Smokin' on this 375 flow Issa no from me (Issa no), Issa no from me (Issa no) Had a few, I'm down to two and one said she so over me (Over me) Issa no from me (No from me), Issa no from me (No from me) I can't let you get off killa, smoke you like some dope for me (Bow) Blood on my chain but my watch like H2O First a stingray then a Lambo, I just cop two in a row Must be blind, 'cause I can't see myself fallin' out 'bout no ho Issa no, watch what you type, don't lose your life over a post She eat me 'fore she eat breakfast, snatched my soul, left me breathless Back and forth we stay into it, she so insecure and jealous Talking 'bout you want to well go on leave I want you but what come with you, honestly I don't need Don't be sendin' me no paragraph, that shit too much to read Christian Dior pullover but my heart on my sleeve I really witnessed trap niggas turn to rats 'bout that cheese Really take the stand and sing, point a finger pleasure pee Every day I'm John Doe, I got my strap 'fore my ID Any diamonds hit like Tyson, see my ice 'fore you see me My lil' project hoe, she get around but keep it real with me Fuck her right and pay her bills, she let me swipe her EBT Black tint, black truck, MAC tucked, ooh shit that's tough Pour up, slow up, roll up, runts only jokes up Ran it up no sweat, endless money long bread, ask head Big bag, they mad, bankroll, thigh pads, bunk beds Issa no from me (Issa no), Issa no from me (Issa no) Had a few, I'm down to two and one said she so over me (Over me) Issa no from me (Issa no), Issa no from me (Issa no) I can't let you get off killa, smoke you like some dope for me (Bow) I can work my muscle, show you somethin' you never seen before I'm one hunnid, fifty bands, fifty rounds in this Gucci coat Turned a good girl to a nympho, hit it, now she want some mo' Shoot it it start shakin', like the Draco caught the Holy Ghost Sayin' what he gon' do, the word got out I heard Some handguns and two sticks, I'm strapped in this suburban I send the blitz, they get there quick and knock you off so urgent Don't make me end your career early, retire your jersey Lil' over thirty and my Glock extended clip, one in the head Must be careful how I play it, it get shiesty bout that bread Fifty thousand upfront end, when I get there pick up the back Me and G'nem in a 'Lac, members trail us in a scat She wouldn't fuck if I wasn't rich, might as well say I bought the bitch Tryna talk how I be talkin', you can tell I taught the bitch If it's fuck you then it's fuck you, I don't care bout who you with Quick to make a opp go platinum, Nusky let the carbon hit (Brr)
Writer(s): Jabrielle Brooks, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Donovan Hardie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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