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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Yeat
Yeat
Chant
BNYX
BNYX
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Paroles/Composition
Noah Olivier Smith
Noah Olivier Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
BNYX
BNYX
Production
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Noah Olivier Smith
Noah Olivier Smith
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

(BNYX) Bag after bag, after bag, I can't stop Yerc after Perc', after Yerc, I can't stop Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that building with fires Walk on the mo'fuckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up everyday, everything fly Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my sound, they gon' copy the guy Always gon' get me more money, more money, more monеy, more money, don't die on mе I bought a crib in the sky (yeah, yeah) 24/7, this bitch 'bout to die (yeah, yeah, die) Takin' the yanky, more janky, more banky I run up this bitch like a big ol' tanky The big body whip, 'bout to pull out the big body Swerve on the side, 'bout to pull up, do cranky (do cranky, ha-ha-ha) I'm gonna pull up, the tanky I got the big ol' whip, got a big ol' Glock, got the big ol' stick with a binkie (what? Shh) You gon' get whacked, you gon' get whacked like a spanking (mm-hm) I been swervin' off the Earth Diamonds in my pinkie, yeah, the diamonds on my hair Don't know why I did this shit, just heard it and I do it I don't like all that talkin' back and forth, just keep it mur- Bye-bye (phew), huh, fuck it, swerve Yeah, I learned my lesson, for these jakes, I say they shworms Thought they was gon get eat up like a fish, get eat by worm R.I.P. to the dumbass kid, gon' try geeked up on syrup Bag after bag, after bag, I can't stop Yerc after Perc', after Yerc, I can't stop Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that building with fires Walk on the mo'fuckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up everyday, everything fly Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my sound, they gon' copy the guy Always gon' get me more money, more money, more money, more money, don't die on me
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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