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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kalan.FrFr
Kalan.FrFr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalan Montgomery
Kalan Montgomery
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bank Roll Got It
Bank Roll Got It
Producer
German "Jae Roc" Valdes
German "Jae Roc" Valdes
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
George Jenkins
George Jenkins
Producer
Gene Grimaldi
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Producer
Earl Johnson
Earl Johnson
Producer
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

D-Diego B-BANKROLL GOT IT Real popstar, I pop my shit Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist Real nigga, love it when I talk like this Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit I got bitches passin' out, man, I'm Mike Jack VVS' in my mouth, yeah, I know she like that Booty like she from the South, ooh, yeah, I like that All these hunnids fallin' out my pocket, it be like that I go put that pussy on private, that's a nice stash Baby started talkin' 'bout a ring, I got side-tracked Baby started takin' off her jeans, I did not ask Yeah, when you really poppin', it be like that Yeah, when you a private client, you ain't thinkin' 'bout no price tags Yeah, if shorty want a bag, then you buy the bag Made half a million last year, ain't take no advance She know if she comin' to the crib, she ain't wearin' panties She know I'm the realest nigga in it, I don't need a Grammy Yeah, she wanna steal my kids, wanna steal a family Yeah, she wanna drive the Benz, she wanna meet my granny Lil' mama said she love me, I know she cappin' Real popstar, I pop my shit Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist Real nigga, love it when I talk like this Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit She know I'm a star, so she poppin' that shit Lockin' that shit, droppin' that shit Caught her in bodega, she was rockin' that shit She know I'm a player Every time I'm poppin' out, they know I'm poppin' paper Ballin' like a- You know why your hoe keep callin', I'm up Star, I got all these hoes fallin' on us Star, in my hood they know all about is Right wrist poppin', left wrist poppin' Necklace poppin', paper in my pocket Baby, say cheese, paparazzi Big body drippin' down all on my sleeve Fresh as fuck, drippin' from my head to my feet Popstar, these niggas don't pop it like me Real popstar, I pop my shit Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist Real nigga, love it when I talk like this Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, German Valdes, Kalan Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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