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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Programming
BJRNCK
BJRNCK
Background Vocals
Corbett
Corbett
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Corbett
Corbett
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac) Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back Take that, take that, take that, take that I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac) The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that Uh-uh, YG, you changed Ever since you been fuckin' with them superstar bitches Saint-Laurent drippin', this how I'm feelin' Only thing changed is the drip, bitch, I'm chilly Smellin' like Tom Ford, lookin' like a million What you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceilin' Ridin' by myself, got the .40 and it's chromed (chromed) Everything else bust down, yellow gold (gold) They like, "YG, he tryna come for your spot" (spot) I'm like, "How? Bitch I'm sittin' on the block, not a throne" (throne) I'm in my own lane, I don't race for nan' nigga I put bands on heads, give you a head band, nigga All my bitches bad, they don't use filters Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers (got fillers) Fix your wig, get your track right Tired of that bitch, you look like last night Whole lotta millions, so what? I got my plaques right I can tell you niggas ain't eatin', get your shmack right They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac) Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back Take that, take that, take that, take that I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac) The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that All this ice is kinda scary (kinda scary) All this ice is Ben and Jerry (Ben and Jerry) All this ice without no deal (without no deal) Woke up with some ice in my teeth, tooth fairy (tooth fairy) Yeah, stunt on a bitch We're from the gate, I'm tryna fuck, keep it blunt on a bitch She know what's up with the clicks She know she gone in the mornin', she tryna suck on some dick If you ain't tryna fuck, girl, I ain't mad at you Chewin' on some gum, I might spit it right at you Talked her out her panties, she thought she was at Chapel The way I mack hoes, I should be sponsored by Apple Fuck all the opps, pop they tops like snapples The shooters wanna slide, you know I cover the travel In the city, I'm a nigga, bitch, put up a statue I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac) Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back Take that, take that, take that, take that I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac) The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that Say, say I lost my mind, say I lost my mind, I I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a (turned to a-) I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you
Writer(s): Keenon Jackson, Dustin James Corbett, Chauncey Hollis Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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