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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bankroll Freddie
Bankroll Freddie
Chant
Money Man
Money Man
Chant
PatLacedThat
PatLacedThat
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Freddie Demarus Gladney III
Freddie Demarus Gladney III
Paroles/Composition
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Paroles/Composition
Gregory Patrick Lane
Gregory Patrick Lane
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
PatLacedThat
PatLacedThat
Production
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Ingénierie de mixage
Bobby Youngblood
Bobby Youngblood
Ingénierie de mixage
Gregory Patrick Lane
Gregory Patrick Lane
Ingénierie
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Bows comin' in
Man fuck this rap
I don't fuck with rap
Because I don't cap
Homie got switches on all them straps
Riding with a thot hoe
Hit my lap
Head so good make a **** tap out
Get what you like
Go head coked out
Came like a rap ****
I'ma black out
[Verse 2]
Bows comin' in
Yeah the kid just served
Drop me a forty rich I'm swerving
Me and Fat Head in the Vette
We lerkin'
When I hit the club **** better not serve me
Me and my designer yeah I did it on purpose
Reach for the chain
Boy your life ain't worth it
Kill 'em on camera
I'ma do it on purpose
Boy I got it on me
I ain't never never nervous
[Verse 3]
Bitch I'm a trap ****
I ain't no rapper
We don't consult we don't meet no trappers
I don't fuck with rap ****
**** they cappers
Heels in the game
Fuck with me bet I lap them
Last **** play with the kid
I clapped 'em
Certified stepper in the hood
They gon step 'em
Bitch I'm a trap ****
I'm not a rapper
Bitch I'm a trap ****
I'm not a rapper
[Verse 4]
Bows comin' in
Man fuck this rap
I don't fuck with rap
Because I don't cap
Homie got switches on all them straps
Riding with a thot hoe
Hit my lap
Head so good make a **** tap out
Get what you like
Go head coked out
Came like a rap ****
I'ma black out
[Verse 5]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
I'm lovin' my ticket
I'm trappin' and fishin'
I'm handling business
I fuckin' the dentist
I'm strapped in the A
You could park up in Lennox
We trappin lowkey
We be servin in series
My neck got baguettes
And my wrist got a ratchet
I keep buying blickeys
I keep buying switches
And my BM complaining
She hate how I'm living
Its eye for an eye
We do not do forgiveness
My met my man Bezzo
And I make me commission
She want me to fuck
But she keep on insisting
My youngin go dumb with that stick
He ballistic
My bitch she be scamming
She worried bout a quarter
I run up a million
While rocking some forces
If we catch a opp on the block
He get torched
I pulled off from swerving a vent with the horse
(I pulled off from swerving a vent with the horse
[Verse 7]
Bows comin' in
Man fuck this rap
I don't fuck with rap
Because I don't cap
Homie got switches on all them straps
Riding with a thot hoe
Hit my lap
Head so good make a **** tap out
Get what you like
Go head coked out
Came like a rap ****
I'ma black out
Written by: Freddie Demarus Gladney III, Gregory Patrick Lane, Tysen Jay Bolding
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