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Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
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Ben Billions
Ben Billions
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Leo Goff
Leo Goff
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Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
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Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
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Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
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Schife Karbeen
Schife Karbeen
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So much cheese no not government We just hit a lick for 10 bands But now I need 100 grand Got cookies like the gingerbread man All these 100's pop my rubberband Shut up, your irrelevant ass Make it rain call me thunderman Dammit where the weatherman at? Trap money, Neiman Marcus 250 in my pocket, I can buy a 'rari I'm young, black and rich, I know I'm a target If I put my hands up, they gon' shoot regardless I just bought my sister that new Benz This money turn your enemies to friends Lil bitch tryna chop me for the pussy So I would never fuck that hoe again Audemaur, nig, been a star, just bought another car I been sellin' bricks, so white sour diesel out the jar Cocaine had a nigga far, all my dogs know who they are All my plugs gon' bring they pack, all my hoes gon' play they part I'm the weather man, whatever man Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe I'ma change her Like fuck her then tell her she gotta go They like "Gotti, where the forecast at?" I predict a lot of snow coming in, with a little Kodak So much cheese no not government We just hit a lick for 10 bands But now I need 100 grand Got cookies like the gingerbread man All these 100's pop my rubberband Shut up, your irrelevant ass Make it rain call me thunderman Dammit where the weatherman at? You run up, I'm gon' bust you then ask That Kodak, he got so much damn swag You always out your lane, your pants sag Lil boy, you need to go to damn class I just bought my mom a Louis handbag I just run a target for 10 bands Lil niggas gettin' all the damn cash So that why all you niggas gettin' mad No government a nigga can't cheat I was in the trap since elementary 20 caps, can call me Ali Might take another trip to Larry Filthy bitch, look at your damn feet He come behind me on the banshee Did I tell you what I hit for 10 G? Me and Jackboy like Ed and Eddy So much cheese no not government We just hit a lick for 10 bands But now I need 100 grand Got cookies like the gingerbread man All these 100's pop my rubberband Shut up, your irrelevant ass Make it rain call me thunderman Dammit where the weatherman at?
Writer(s): Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Mario Mims, Benjamin Diehl, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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