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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Ryan-O'Neil
Ryan-O'Neil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
"Robby" Andrew Robinson
"Robby" Andrew Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Alex Goldblatt
Alex Goldblatt
Producer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
Moneyevery
Moneyevery
Producer
sonic
sonic
Producer
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Producer
Wasa
Wasa
Producer

Letras

(Sonic goin' crazy) Blew a hundred last month at Tooties If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit Real rich nigga, I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit Real shooter, aim at yo' medulla, I'm a connoisseur Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka If you listen, I can teach shit, gotta be quick Lil' nigga think he litty, only got a street hit I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' nigga could talk and shit I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do it and now we killin' shit Blew a hundred last month at Tooties If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions You be speculatin', I know you niggas can't stand us I can patty cake with all these niggas one handed Global jet pass, I can't never get stranded Make my niggas buss a shh on a shh shh I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh shh" We got assassins makin' deals goin' two for one She talkin' like she want molly, I told her do one You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet Blew a hundred last month at Tooties If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Eric Sandoval, Ryan O Neill, Guiseppe Vasaturo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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