Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Roddy Ricch
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bishop Grinnage
Автор песен
Kevin Mitchell
Автор песен
Martin Simpenzwe
Автор песен
Rodrick Moore
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Demitrius Lewis II
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Brandon Blatz
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Chris Dennis
Миксинг-инженер
Nicolas De Porcel
Мастеринг-инженер
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Миксинг-инженер
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Миксинг-инженер
Beezo
Продюсер
Kevin Mitchell
Продюсер
Martin & Brown
Продюсер
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Миксинг-инженер
Слова
[Verse 1]
It's only one of me, I promise I'm cut from a cloth
Got **** that'll step for me, I promise they'll knock you off
They say my chains done got heavier, Prada done got heavier
My bitch ass got heavier, street cred got heavier
You don't know what I'm worth then search me up (You don't know what I'm worth then search me up)
These hoes been tryna set me up (These hoes been tryna set me)
They know they ain't never catching us
Got one in the head that'll wet you up
New nine on my dresser, my diamonds too pressure
[Verse 2]
I stay with the extras
New condo to rest up
Eighty racks on a Goyard chest, uh-uh
The whole team pulling up rocky like Sylvester
[Verse 3]
Denim suit or Prada
My bitch want to rub me down with oil, my love like like a saga
I like it when she ride on top, my mattress need hydraulics
She don't want me to drink no lean no more, but I told her I don't like Klosser, hey
[Verse 4]
Hit from the back, I'm seeing all red, I promise, it'll fuck up ya head
I boot up on a M, 'cause I seen a M, I'm living my life on the edge
I see all of the haters been coming for me
Got to shoot 'em in the head so they can't even speak
Been tryna tell you that this life is not easy
[Verse 5]
It's only one of me, I promise I'm cut from a cloth
Got **** that'll step for me, I promise they'll knock you off
They say my chains done got heavier, Prada done got heavier
My bitch ass got heavier, street cred got heavier
[Verse 6]
You don't know what I'm worth then search me up (You don't know what I'm worth then search me up)
These hoes been trying to set me up (These hoes been trying to set me)
They know they ain't never catching us
Got one in the head that'll wet you up
New nine on my dresser
My diamonds too pressure
[Verse 7]
Rest in peace, Lil' Keed
Hope the slimes proud of me
Hope the feds let 'em free
They don't need to be locked in chains
Told Gunna Wunna to call me
I was out the city and missed it
[Verse 8]
I'm on twelve hour time change, I felt so fucking ridiculous
That's been my **** really, outside rap politics (Aw, yeah)
He would give me two hundred thousand if I was down bad on my dick (Whoa, whoa)
Got to take another sip
'Cause I need the drank to cope (Aw, yeah)
My heart broke into pieces
When they sent them up the road
[Verse 9]
It's only one of me, I promise I'm cut from a cloth
Got **** that'll step for me, I promise they'll knock you off
They say my chains done got heavier, Prada done got heavier
My bitch ass got heavier, street cred got heavier
[Verse 10]
You don't know what I'm worth then search me up (You don't know what I'm worth then search me up
These hoes been trying to set me up (These hoes been trying to set me)
They know they ain't never catching us
Got one in the head that'll wet you up
New nine on my dresser
My diamonds too pressure
[Verse 11]
New nine on my dresser, my diamonds too pressure
New nine on my dresser, my diamonds too pressure
Written by: Kevin Mitchell, Martin Luke Brown, Rodrick Moore, Unknown Writer