Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shy Curry
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harsh S
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shy Curry
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, I'm runnin' to that money like a track kid
Yeah, I'm makin' money, make you bitches tap in
Yeah, I do what I want, turn the rules off
Diamond dancin' on me, doin' the moon walk
Shoot the chopper hundred times I had to let it cool off
You got shooters, I got hunters, we gon' move off
Push that bitch off like uh mm uh, mm uh
Push that bitch off like uh mm uh, mm uh
Thirty-six for the ritz, that's a whole brick
I'ma fuck on your main thing, that ho shit
Stop tryna touch my cheddar, bitch, that goldfish
Yeah, this got me feelin' wavy like the ocean
Right foot, bitch, left foot, bitch
Middle finger to that ho, you ain't shit
Flexin' forty bands, I'm finna pop out
Yeah, I'm paranoid, I get my fuckin' Glock out
Bitch, get out my pockets
Bitch, get out my face, yeah, I'm tired, bitch you toxic
Yeah bih open it up, spread that shit like a moshpit
Right foot, bitch, left foot, bitch
Middle finger to that ho, you ain't shit
Right foot, bitch, left foot, bitch
Middle finger to that ho, you ain't shit
Push that bitch off like uh mm uh, mm uh
Push that bitch off like uh mm uh, mm uh
Written by: Harsh S
