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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Co-Producer
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Co-Producer
Kuldeep Chudasama
Kuldeep Chudasama
Recording Engineer
Tomi Fischer
Tomi Fischer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer

Songteksten

This that 1017 and XO If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you You got a show, you selling tickets to your best friends My show be sellin' out, in 20 seconds I fucked your bitch first, gave my broski seconds My shooter itchin', wanna shoot over a mention Pop a pill go to a whole other dimension Takin' perkies, I'm avoidin' my depression Pay the lawyer, make my boy avoid his sentence He back on road, cashing out and livin' senseless Got my potin', got my 4. (got my 4.) yeah Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip) yeah Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford) yeah My clip long, don't come up short (come up short) yeah Call you down and you ignore, yeah Like Gucci Mane, kick the door, yeah Buy designer when I'm bored, yeah Take your main bitch on my tour, yeah I think I need some help to count all this money, yeah I think I need some help to spend all these hunnids, yeah I'm just a brown boy that something from nothing yeah (me too) Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin', yeah Huh huh, this that 1017 and XO I call NAV, he in the penthouse, smokin' next door So much money, I ain't worry about the next show But I paid a quarter mill' to see my neck glow I use to sell coke, blow off my metro They was way above before I met Metro I think lil' mama got me fucked up with the sex bro I like her but I think I'm in love with the neck bro Now its on to the next hoe Guwop a dog, I need a collar and a mink coat A brainiac, she went to college with the smart folks But I was trappin' in the 6 sellin' hard dope Get a check, run it up Get a check, run it up Get a check, run it up Get a check, run it up Touch me, get touched Drinkin' Act, no Tuss Ever since I got some money You been actin' up Got my potin', got my 4. (got my 4.) yeah Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip) yeah Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford) yeah My clip long, don't come up short (come up short) yeah Call you down and you ignore, yeah Like Gucci Mane, kick the door, yeah Buy designer when I'm bored, yeah Take your main bitch on my tour, yeah I think I need some help to count all this money, yeah I think I need some help to spend all these hunnids, yeah I'm just a brown boy that something from nothing yeah (me too) Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin', yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Navraj Goraya, Radric Delantic Davis, Amir Esmailian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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