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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Quinton Lamar Cook
Quinton Lamar Cook
Songwriter
Timothy Michael Wells Jr.
Timothy Michael Wells Jr.
Songwriter
Altariq Crapps
Altariq Crapps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Musik MajorX
Musik MajorX
Producer
Tariq Beats
Tariq Beats
Producer
Dilan "Dillo" Rajan
Dilan "Dillo" Rajan
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh They jealous, they envious of me (jealous) I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat (poppin') I'm fuckin' on they bitches they payin' out here for free (free) I'm stylin' with no stylist, stay clean, I got OCD (stylin') You niggas soft and you follow, you niggas sheep Hit a buff nigga with hollows and make him weak (weak) Yeah, that red and blue shit cool, but I want that green (green) Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief (woo) I fly private, it's lit-lit, it's a field trip Buy bags, my type of bags, they be meal tick's I could fuck up a check, nigga, I got it, still rich I came straight from the bottom to the top, that's a heel flip They ain't talkin' that cloth talk, we'll hit the kill switch I just wrote up a script, somebody call up Will Smith Pockets full of blue hundreds, you would've swore a nigga crip Niggas ballin', but they ain't James Harden scorin' like this I'm fucked in the game with a STD Contagious as fuck, I spread the game out to the team You lame as fuck, I probably seen you on a meme Poppin' as fuck, you probably seen me on a screen, nigga Let me floss, Hugo Boss, voom, voom, whip talk Cuban bust down, yellow diamonds, ooh, he pissed off White gold, yellow gold, same time, criss-cross I like ghetto bitches that wear too much lip gloss Drop it off, pick it up, makin' shit, drop it off Bitches catches feelings one handed, damn, she Randy Moss Know the cost, profit lost, nigga, I'm a fuckin' boss Neiman Marcus, Saks and 5th, we don't do no fuckin' Ross The Maybach glossy, 6-4 gloss, candy paint, we drippin' off You bought all them watches, but ain't buy no house, you fuckin' false Heart on cold, leave 'em frost, fuck a lead, she wake up lost Got the sauce, I got ho-ho-hoes, Santa Clause Lamborghini, new Ferrari, drivin' crazy, I'm not sorry Would've thought I was a collector how I keep a Barbie Level 'parly, you can never scoop me, baby, I'm too tardy I'm a dawg, leave my mark, my shit permanent, it's Sharpie They jealous, they envious of me (jealous) I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat (poppin') I'm fuckin' on they bitches they payin' out here for free (free) I'm stylin' with no stylist, stay clean, I got OCD (stylin') You niggas soft and you follow, you niggas sheep Hit a buff nigga with hollows and make him weak (weak) Yeah, that red and blue shit cool, but I want that green (green) Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief (woo)
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Paul Cabbin, Timothy Michael Jr. Wells, Quinton Lamar Cook, Altariq Samad Salaam Crapps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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