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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kalan.FrFr
Vocals
Ashly Williams
Background Vocals
Gabby Carreiro
Background Vocals
Jamal "DJ Mal-Ski" McCoy
Background Vocals
Tay B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Jenkins
Songwriter
Kalan Montgomery
Songwriter
Joseph Chambers
Songwriter
Diamanté Warren
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Fashxn
Songwriter
Rafe Noonan
Vocal Arranger
Jamal "DJ Mal-Ski" McCoy
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Jenkins
Producer
Kalan Montgomery
Vocal Producer
Sam Mikhak
Recording Engineer
Luke Wismer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rafe Noonan
Recording Engineer
Julian Suleiman
Recording Engineer
Irko
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Chambers
Producer
Diego Ave
Producer
Songteksten
Yeah, rob a nigga at the show (D-Diego)
Don't nobody move, it's too much money on the floor (yeah)
I got it in cruise, she tryna suck me in the Ghost (yeah)
Seen you on your finsta, I better not be in your posts (yeah)
Seen you drinkin' liquor, I drink lean, we could toast though
Ay, playin' favorites, I got ice cream, it ain't Cold Stone (yeah)
All these fuckin' diamonds on my neck, I got cold stones (yeah)
She been callin', I've been actin' like I ain't got no phone
Ay, Maybach truck poppin' pussy, it's amazin'
Took her out the trap, now she at Tootsies in the basement
Why a nigga think we ain't gon' stomp him to the pavement?
How a nigga know my name for real and think I'm playin'?
Yeah, 22 M's, they tryna hold me back
Yeah, I'm in a '22 Benz, but it's by Maybach
And she only got 22 friends, man, this bitch so active
Soon as I get in them DMs, she gon' send that addy (yeah, yeah)
Ay, hundred thousand dollars on to get up each and every day
Pray to God before I pick up my stick up each and every day
She said I ain't shit 'cause I don't never use my car play
Yeah, all my bracelets Cartier
If you got a friend that wanna party, she can party, bae
I got that bitch wet when I waved, it was gnarly, bae
Yeah, I put that shit on and your nigga dress so sorry, bae
Yeah, I got this Cuban on me (sorry, bae)
That pussy fire, she tryna use it on me (yeah)
I went to my jeweler this week
They said I'm so cool, it's a cooler on me
Yeah, if it's beef, then call your best shooter on me
Yeah, a lot of these niggas be broke, that's trash (yeah)
A lot of these niggas got hoes but they average
I was just smokin' in the Rolls with a bad bitch
Yeah, how the fuck these niggas hit the club with no money on 'em?
How is this your bitch? She on my dick, this is not your woman
They like, "Tay, since you got rich, you actin' funny"
Treat my workers like Rihanna, "Bitch, you better have my money" (hmm)
Huh, divin' in that pussy feel like quicksand (on God)
Huh, leanin' all the time, I need a kickstand (on God)
I don't dance on TikTok but my wrist dance (on God)
Wanna beef with the gang, you need a hitman (on God)
I buy shit for my bitch, she buy shit for me (that's crazy)
Huh, broke bitch, please, rich bitch me, huh
Lil' nigga 5'5", he six feet deep (fah)
Sold a couple zips, now he think he Big Meech
Five diamonds links on my neck, still don't wanna link (what the fuck?)
I got a pretty loyal bitch, I still wanna cheat
These niggas raised a white flag, I still wanna beef (hmm)
I be riding 'round me and cuz, but we like 60 deep
I know you suckin' mad dick, you can't be kissin' me (uh-huh)
I'll kill a rapper and his fans, you can't be dissin' me (uh-huh)
Young nigga laughin' to the bank, that shit tickle me (hmm)
I don't know what happened to his body, it's a mystery (uh)
Yeah, I got this Cuban on me (yeah)
That pussy fire, she tryna use it on me (yeah)
I went to my jeweler this week (yeah)
They said I'm so cool, it's a cooler on me
Yeah, if it's beef, then call your best shooter on me (frrt)
Yeah, a lot of these niggas be broke, that's trash (yeah)
A lot of these niggas got hoes but they average
I was just smokin' in the Rolls with a bad bitch
Don't move
'Cause you can get stuck in your tracks
All my niggas came in strapped
Bad bitch twerkin' on my lap (don't move)
Bad bitches twerkin' in the trap
Bad bitches fuckin' for a Patek
Broke niggas tryna make you happy
Broke nigga tryna make you happy (don't move)
I got what you need, don't panic
If a nigga move, get the wraps
If a nigga move, it's a wrap
(Don't move, ah-ah-ah)
(Don't move, ah-ah-ah, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Diego Avendano
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