Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Rich Brian
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Brian Imanuel
Autoría
Ricky Triwahyudi Surya Tjong
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Sihk
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
Your bitch on me, but you can never do nothing
'Cause your momma raised a pussy
Every time I walk to the drop top can't help but
Close my eyes 'cause my whip so glossy
God damn bitch, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans, hella cake
I just need that ass, don't worry 'bout no mess
Look at me, look at the heat, you don't wanna fuck with we
Hit the streets, roll on me
You gon' end up in the sea
[Verse 2]
Seven-thirty wake up, skirt up in the lobby
Then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of three
Squeeze the G, leave the scene
Bouncing like the trampoline
[Verse 3]
Getting bread, earn income
Spend it all then ball, man
Working all night, I might run into the Batman
I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro, man
You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team, man
[Verse 4]
We gon' pull up on the case with a flat brim cap and the tats get a break
And I don't give a fuck, hit 'em with the damn dicks
Now hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
All these mans on the ground looking like the dead ass sea
Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t till I OD
I don't really give a fuck no more
Be skrrt skrrt
Onomatopoeia, big grand prix
Pull up on the fucking enemy, third degree
Now I'ma go right back to the crib
And leave the fucking country with the brick
[Verse 5]
I'd call the cops on myself if I can
This shit too crazy need the fucking ambulance
Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest
Got all this money but these bitches unimpressed
[Verse 6]
Getting bread, earn income, man
Spend it all then ball, man
Working all night, I might run into the Batman
I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro, man
You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team, man
[Verse 7]
Seven-thirty wake up, skirt up in the lobby
Then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of three
Squeeze the G, leave the scene
Bouncing like the trampoline
Written by: Brian Imanuel, Ricky Triwahyudi Surya Tjong

