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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
YG
YG
Chant
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Chant
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Paroles
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Paroles
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Paroles
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composition
Kameron Ulysses Jackson
Kameron Ulysses Jackson
Composition
Randy Holmes
Randy Holmes
Composition
Benjamin Falik
Benjamin Falik
Composition
Michael Crooms
Michael Crooms
Composition
Solomon Anderson
Solomon Anderson
Composition
Rodney Brown Jr.
Rodney Brown Jr.
Composition
Michael Wayne Nwankwo
Michael Wayne Nwankwo
Composition
Warren Mathis
Warren Mathis
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Ingénierie de mixage
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Mustard
Mustard
Production
Bandz
Bandz
Production
JULiA LEWiS
JULiA LEWiS
Production
Patrik Ehrenblad Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad Plummer
Ingénierie de prise de son
Kam Jackson
Kam Jackson
Production

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[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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