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Mustard
Mustard
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RJ Smugz
RJ Smugz
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Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Paroles/Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
Rodney J. Brown Jr.
Rodney J. Brown Jr.
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Mustard
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David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
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Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
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David Nakaji
David Nakaji
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I'm a boss, I might flex on a bitch I ain't lying, spend a grip on my wrist If she bad I might take her to the red carpet Bought a car, now I'm tryna learn how to start it Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide Tell your man don't do you right When I got that money I ain't change up Bitch you know my name, I got paper I'm a boss, I might flex on a bitch I ain't lying, spend a grip on my wrist If she bad I might take her to the red carpet Bought a car, now I'm tryna learn how to start it Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide Tell your man don't do you right When I got that money I ain't change up Bitch you know my name, I got paper Bitch you know my name, bitch you know my name Bitch I'm rich forever, put that on my chain Got these haters mad, we got plenty cash And all them hoes put the money in a paper bag Now these haters too salty Do the math, mourine, that's a ten piece Woke up with a bank on a new day Last night dreaming 'bout a new Wraith Don't she know me? I'm the GOAT like Kobe I got that check and call the jeweler told him freeze me Word around town that I made it Two freaks, one coupe going crazy I did broke that bitch bed now she stalking me Mommy told me more money, more enemies Had to learn that Bring your girl around me, get your bitch snatched I'm a boss, I might flex on a bitch I ain't lying, spend a grip on my wrist If she bad I might take her to the red carpet Bought a car, now I'm tryna learn how to start it Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide Tell your man don't do you right When I got that money I ain't change up Bitch you know my name, I got paper I ain't lying, ayy I ain't lying, ayy I ain't lying Got them eyeing my designs from the side Side eyeing all these dogs from behind Throw a bundle in her girdle, make her hunch over, ayy All these rush for it I'm a boss, she gon' work for it She's the one who hold you down from the first floor, ayy Started from the ground, I'm a vert boy, ayy Slap them rims on it, make them work for it, ayy Spent about a hunnid on the shirt for it This that type a verse with a hayayaya Goyard on my waist Fell out of love, then I jumped in that Wraith Slid in that at the club with my drum on display From my gums to my range, bust down like a layover I'm a boss, I might flex on a bitch I ain't lying, spend a grip on my wrist If she bad I might take her to the red carpet Bought a car, now I'm tryna learn how to start it Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide Tell your man don't do you right When I got that money I ain't change up Bitch you know my name, I got paper Gotta stay one hunnid, I can't change up Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I'm famous Tell your bitch to leave her face painted She put her number in my phone but I ain't save it Girl I stay one hunnid, I can't change up Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I'm famous Tell your bitch to leave her face painted She put her number in my phone but I ain't save it I'm a boss, I might flex on a bitch I ain't lying, spend a grip on my wrist If she bad I might take her to the red carpet Bought a car, now I'm tryna learn how to start it Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide Tell your man don't do you right When I got that money I ain't change up Bitch you know my name, I got paper
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Dijon Mcfarlane, Rodney Brown Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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