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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Blom
David Blom
Songwriter
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blom
Blom
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Mfoss
Mfoss
Producer
sonic
sonic
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

At the spot Had twenty cash at the spot Had to stash twenty cash at the spot Started little but I made it to a lot Ayy (Sonic goin' crazy) Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (a whole two hundred) We had started from a little, made a lot (we made a lot) I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (it shines) They tell me all the time, I gotta give these niggas hell (give 'em hell) The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (flesh) They just tryna survive, they ain't tryna get swept (get swept) I told her that it's promises that shorty could've kept I can charge it to the game, I can slide you to the left Got adjusted to the fame, and it ain't no lookin' back But they always knew me, this a Roddy routine Had to jump off the porch, now I put the Porsche in sport Pull up to the crib, gate tall, look like a fortress She a work of art, body look like a portrait I never force it, I just endorse it Keep a lot of motion, my water OD Slide up in Atlanta, ridin' down Peachtree Pull up, all the vibes, make a lounge out the suite Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (a whole two hundred) We had started from a little, made a lot (we made a lot) I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (it shines) They tell me all the time, I gotta give these niggas hell (give 'em hell) The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (flesh) They just tryna survive, they ain't tryna get swept (get swept) I tried to tell these niggas the benefits of goin' legit These championship rings on the top of my fist What you know 'bout takin' all your niggas to the top of the list? And then they ride your coattail but if you drop you ain't shit, woah, woah And I got a soul that bleeds all these melodies, yeah, yeah My mama say she see the demons all on me, so I gotta stay out of her way When it's stains on your name, you can't wash it out Been at the traphouse all day like a Waffle House 'Cause I been havin' a lotta pain, I had to walk it out I don't want that shit to be the only thing I talk about Had to stash twenty cash at the spot (ayy, a whole two hundred, ayy) We had started from a little, made a lot (I made a lot) I pull a whip, bust the whole parkin' lot (skrrt) Pay attention to detail, album up pre-sale The Rolex factory, I bought it retail (it shines) They tell me all the time, I gotta give these niggas hell (give 'em hell) The projects treat me like a god in the flesh (ayy, flesh) They just tryna survive, they ain't tryna get swept (get swept) They ain't tryna get swept, they ain't tryna get swept They ain't tryna get swept, ayy
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Rodrick Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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