क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Mosey
Lil Mosey
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Guerra
Gabriel Guerra
Songwriter
Nuri Saberin
Nuri Saberin
Songwriter
Everett Romano
Everett Romano
Songwriter
Lathan Moses Stanley Echols
Lathan Moses Stanley Echols
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Scheme
DJ Scheme
Producer
Nuri
Nuri
Producer
Heavy Mellow
Heavy Mellow
Producer
Nuri Saberin
Nuri Saberin
Producer
Snell
Snell
Producer
Víctor Pereyra
Víctor Pereyra
Mixing Engineer

गाने

[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh (Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, little bitch)
(Nuri the G.O.A.T.)
Mm, yeah
[Chorus]
Diamonds bust out the meter (Meter)
**** know it's beef when I see ya' (When I see ya')
Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (But you can't)
Somethin' tells me you a ho like Selena (Uh)
Flyin' in a Lamb' and I'm right down the street, uh (Skrrt)
New crib in hills, I'm kickin' my feet up (Feet up)
Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Racks)
Don't make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters
[Verse 1]
I'm where you can't be so you cannot see us
Hop in and we go vroom (Vroom), headed straight to the moon (Moon)
The mixtape droppin' soon (Soon), ice on me, I'm cool (I'm cool)
All this randomness in here fuckin' up my mood (Mood)
Askin' so much questions like, ****, wish I knew (Yeah)
I'm here by myself and I got nothin' to prove (Uh)
Need a couple million so I call my **** like, "What should we do?" (What should we do)
Could've fucked your bitch, but that bitch, she ran through (Lil' bitch)
All this money in the world can't take my soul (My soul)
Three hundred diamonds 'round my neck (Three hundred)
Did three shows and I went and got a check (Check)
Bro said, "Hold that" and stack it 'til he dead (Dead)
Lil' **** you broke, yeah, why you tryna flex? (Tryna flex)
Swear I won't stop, yeah I'm up 'til the morn' (Morn')
I said, "Let's go," I'm speedin', I'm gone (Yeah I'm speedin')
Faygo and Backwoods, got them from the store (The store, yeah)
[Chorus]
Diamonds bust out the meter (The meter)
**** know it's beef when I see ya' (When I see ya')
Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (No you can't)
Somethin' tells me you're a ho like Selena (You're a ho)
Flyin' in a Lamb' and I'm right down the street, uh (Skrrt)
New crib in hills, I'm kickin' my feet up (Yeah)
Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Code)
Don't make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters (Dolla $ign)
[Verse 2]
Diamonds on me drippin', I might drown in this shit (Shit)
Turn into a stripper when she bounce on the dick (Dick)
Lil Mosey need some tree, I send him pounds of this shit
Right now, just left the grow-house, doin' my rounds, stealin' shit
We turn this bitch up and see how loud this shit get (Get)
Don't be playin' games with us, actin' childish and shit (Shit)
I'm the big dog, bitch, I'm out of your reach (Reach)
On a PJ, we layin' down in these seats
Tips for the freak, I got dick for the freak
She said I got dick for days, told her she got ass for weeks
Laid the halo strap on you, 'cause he keep his GAT on me
She got sticks, .223's, they gon' go to war for me
They thought Dolla was gon' fall off
But I still got more in me
Told a bitch, "Where were you when we were on quarantine?"
I got jars of this gas and that shit look orange and green
And my bitch look at my sideways every time I'm pourin' lean
[Chorus]
Diamonds bust out the meter (Meter)
**** know it's beef when I see ya' (When I see ya')
Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (But you can't)
Somethin' tells me you a ho like Selena (Uh)
Flyin' in a Lamb' and I'm right down the street, uh (Skrrt)
New crib in hills, I'm kickin' my feet up (Feet up)
Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Racks)
Don't make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters (Grra)
Written by: Everett Romano, Gabriel Guerra, Lathan Moses Stanley Echols, Michael Snell, Nuri Saberin, Tyrone Griffin Jr, Tyrone William Griffin
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