Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Programming
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Programming
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Nathan Scott Lamarche
Songwriter
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cxdy
Cxdy
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Nash
Nash
Producer
Edgard Herrera
Edgard Herrera
Mixing Engineer

Letra

(Perfect!) Uh Uh (oh-oh, oh) Oh-oh, oh (oh-oh, oh) Yeah (oh-oh, oh) (We love you, Tecca) I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner I be doing anything to make me a lil' money Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country (bye-bye) Niggas think they stuntin' But we really one of them ones (one of them ones) Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds (what you say? Hey) I just called that boy I said, "We gotta run that shit up now" (it's us) I hit it one time then I say she gotta get up now (can't fuck) They didn't pick up when I called But guess who they be calling now? (On my line) Yeah, they used to hate, but fuck it nigga, 'cause we balling now (shoot) I just want some top, she pull her pants down, so I'm stallin' now I just made six figures off of StockX, that's my calling now Paid a thousand for this cut, I need it even all around I seen this shit go up for you, baby, now it's fallin' down (on God) Told that bitch I be runnin' my check up Makin' money, invest in a Tesla (a Tesla) I don't hear it, lil' bitch oh, you said somethin'? Oh, you don't got a strap? Better get one They say, "Tecca, it's you I'ma bet on" Bet on the gang 'cause he gon' put the set on" Pullin' up, fishbowl, two-seater with three hoes I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger Bitches gettin' badder, I'm a real life winner I be doing anything to make me a lil' money Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country Niggas think they stuntin' But we really one of them ones (yeah) Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds Two lil' black boys gettin' rich (rich) Quarter million on the wrist (ooh) I can speak for Lil Tecca When he say his momma happy as shit (you right) I can speak for Lil Tecca When he say his homeboys got a stick (you right) We just hop in that Masi', put some Forgi's on them shits (skrrt) I can make one call and hear that skrrt sound (skrrt, skrrt) We gon' clear the scene if there's some birds 'round Oh, that was your bitch, then why she flirtin' now? Shake my head, right now, I feel like Sosa 'cause I earned it now That's just what I heard around (yeah) What they sayin'? What they said? What they talkin' 'bout? Canary yellow diamonds look like Waffle House Air Force 1's, Timberland just to stomp 'em out Canary diamonds on my wrist look like Waffle House I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner I be doing anything to make me a lil' money (yeah) Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country Niggas think they stuntin' But we really one of them ones (yeha) Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Tyler Justin Sharpe, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Cody H. Rounds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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