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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Jordan Holt
Jordan Holt
Songwriter
Zihirr Mitchell
Zihirr Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Mustard
Mustard
Producer

Lyrics

KID INK It's a blessing (And now we make it) No questions now I went from rags to riches To fucking with the baddest bitch (fucking with baddest) In my section It's a blessing, no questions, egh Got paid, fucked her - all in the same day Pool party in the club - in the same day Just met and I could hit it - in the same day Land in your city, take all - in the same day (in the same day) I got paid fucked her all - in the same day (same day) Pool party in the club We, in this bitch all night Been doing this all day I know The way that my car rides (alright) Feel like back to the future I go Got everything all nice Feel like it's 40 below I just need her like Swear when you hit this shit girl you gon' flow Go ahead, suck it up Just got paid tryna fuck it up My bottle like your bottle 'til you drunk enough Any time you need a piece baby [?] And when you trying to leave baby hit the deuce And a seven nigga bitches hit at you Valet ticket then I hit the coup If you ain't in my circle, you ain't in the loop I went from rags to riches To fucking with the baddest bitch (fucking with baddest) In my section It's a blessing, no questions, egh Got paid, fucked her - all in the same day Pool party in the club - in the same day Just met and I could hit it - in the same day Land in your city, take all - in the same day (in the same day) I got paid fucked her all - in the same day (same day) Pool party in the club I, just might hit both She brought her friend, just might hit both (uh-uh) In the same day, shots up, gameface You better get your bank cause she ain't saying With me and all my niggas in the same place We went from rags to getting fast money Ain't nothing but a traffic ticket You niggas still crashing the game You still need a pass in the city I see them trying to catch my way I hit them with the pass in the [?] Started, star, was on my yard Smelling like money and we get [?] No sticks and no seeds on my flowers Spent your whole weekend in 24 hours
Writer(s): Brian Collins, Dijon Mcfarlane, Jordan Holt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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