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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Gang
Rich Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mystikal
Mystikal
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Producer
Jordan Evans
Jordan Evans
Producer
Ed Lidow
Ed Lidow
Recording Engineer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Recording Engineer
Sean Buchanan
Sean Buchanan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Mixing Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Engineer

Songteksten

Sitting on top of this motherfucking hill Rich Gang Fully loaded Looking at life from a good year blimp, boy Size me up, guarantee you gonna lose From hundred to hundreds bills Project like the high life Straight from the ' of a murder, we call it jungle, nigga Pain came with this game Young, rich, and wild Famous and dangerous And money was the motivation We took the trips then came back and did the flips (*bird call*) Fell in love with it A bunch of niggas getting it Yeah, Rich Gang (stay popping) We eat when we sleep, boy Flashy lifestyle, boy, paradise on earth Smoke all day, nigga Rich Gang, 100 Bitch, I slapped the fucker, crowded out the pistols Shake the dog shitter, I ain't playing with you I'm a constant rocker put it up your pussy poppin' Seen that girl from Cancun, now the motherfuckers, they feel high I got big ass houses, plenty calls I'm a gorilla with, y'all niggas spit monkey balls I leave them a broken home, affected them collar bones And a friend like Donkey Kong You the global home system, most niggas got chrome too Don't fuck with the Don, cursing in church, telling you wrong, mister Pull it out then get out in public, breathe to your face, nigga, do it till you love me If you can't open your pants, get up my nigga, you showing that Pull a confession, whole gang, stressing about that shit Bring it on, get it over, I throw your ass all over With and AT4 on my shoulder, that'll hold Cop at ready, high five, nigga?? runnin' up every block I walk I spit fire every time I talk, fuck around, spit this shit off the wall And knock all your eyebrows off I'm fucking retarded, ain't no helping me You ' either you leave, I'mma stay, you gonna be bleeding again I'm holding your hand, this buzzer is friend, a nigga keep taking them plans This what the fuck I'm talking about right there, kid You fucking killed them, immortalize them Think they can open your casket up, nigga, you sure was ugly Did good, boss is gonna be happy Everything is in your future, kid
Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Jordan Dc Evans, Matthew Raymond Burnett, Michael L. Tyler, Anderson Hernandez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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