Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
YG
YG
Canto
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Canto
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Letra
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Letra
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Letra
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composición
Kameron Ulysses Jackson
Kameron Ulysses Jackson
Composición
Randy Holmes
Randy Holmes
Composición
Benjamin Falik
Benjamin Falik
Composición
Michael Crooms
Michael Crooms
Composición
Solomon Anderson
Solomon Anderson
Composición
Rodney Brown Jr.
Rodney Brown Jr.
Composición
Michael Wayne Nwankwo
Michael Wayne Nwankwo
Composición
Warren Mathis
Warren Mathis
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Ingeniería de mezcla
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingeniería de mezcla
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Masterización
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
Mustard
Mustard
Producción
Bandz
Bandz
Producción
JULiA LEWiS
JULiA LEWiS
Producción
Patrik Ehrenblad Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad Plummer
Ingeniería de grabación
Kam Jackson
Kam Jackson
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Verse 1]
Oh, damn, y'all done fucked up
This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Before the court room judge us
Please, the wrong way, don't rub us
Fuck, yeah, when it's beef, I eat cow
You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Zs, sleep how? (Sleep how?)
**** know what I be 'bout
Stop playin', I'll knock a **** clean out
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly ****, only got 'em 'cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I believe I'm him, I'm religious
I couldn't see me without a check (Without a check)
Me without a check, I'm a wreck
Penitentiary, chances, took him to the neck (To the neck)
The money feel better than sex, oh
[Chorus]
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take back the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris
[Verse 2]
Aye, **** be the loudest with no fuckin' money (Skee)
I be blowin' bitches backs off two packs of— (Wah)
How you send your boys to war with no ammunition?
Yeah, you pulled up Rolls-Royce, but it's standard edition (Wah)
Found out where you hid this shit like a bad magician
Dissing us the quickest way to lose existence
She wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah's Pistons
My dawg ain't popped nary Perc', but his index itchin' (Brr)
He was quick with the TEC like a paid-off ref
Tint on the matte coupe got me hard on X (Yeah)
Free Jeff, we ain't spoke since before he left
Shit got hard, they turned left, **** know it ain't right (Yeah)
I'm with Ju, dropped a six in the cranberry Sprite (Yeah)
Geekin', I glide through the lane like a well-made kite (Beep)
On a mailman line, trying to track my pints
Bitch, I go out with a fight, everything on sight
[Chorus]
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take back the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris
[Verse 3]
Man, you **** got me fucked up
'Fore I sell my soul for this shit, I'll sell drugs
Yeah, pussy **** ain't got no love
How is **** sleep on the mob? Must be poured up
Ha, you ain't never had to show up
Baby mama callin' child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb
Yeah, out in Bompton 'cause I know the thugs
Louboutin cross trainers like I bang Blood
I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, bitch
Blew your album budget on my necklace, bitch
**** love frontin', "Face is not that rich"
Tell that to the thotties when I show 'em my crib
Real **** do real things
Real numbers, real fans, ain't a thing change
Yeah, top down in the fast lane
Hands up, thanking God that the bag came, bitch
[Chorus]
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up, goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take back the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris
Written by: Benjamin Falik, Dijon McFarlane, Kameron Ulysses Jackson, Keenon Jackson, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Michael Crooms, Michael Wayne Nwankwo, Miles Parks McCollum, Randy Holmes, Rodney Jerome Brown Jr., Solomon Anderson, Warren Mathis
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