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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Vocals
Famous Dex
Famous Dex
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dexter Gore, Jr.
Dexter Gore, Jr.
Songwriter
Dimitri Leslie Roger
Dimitri Leslie Roger
Songwriter
Grant Dickinson
Grant Dickinson
Composer
Jason Critchlow
Jason Critchlow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TheLabCook
TheLabCook
Producer

Lyrics

Big boss shit You feel me? shit Forever ever, forever ever Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check Ah-pardon me, man this boy is so broke, huh I got a bitch with the most Baby girl why you so mad, man cut off her throat Ah-pardon me, I get the money like lottery Don't bother me, she suck me so good, no slobbery Wait, look at my wrist and get blind Don't trap where you stay, that's a fine Baby I'm one of a kind Almost so broke, got it up in the summer time Don't bother me, sippin' on lean can't fall asleep They callin' me These bitches they buggin', they follow me Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check I gotta flex on 'em, I drop a check on 'em You ridin' a wave homie I pull out the K on 'em I was just hustlin', trap with the customers Whip out a fifty and double it Bust in her mouth and she lovin' it Too many hundreds, I'm duckin' the government Ooh, what, everybody wanna sound like us? Pinky ring yeah that's a blizzard, had to freeze it up Pull up, I don't even have no neighbors I can't keep one bitch, I'm way too player Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check Excuse me, they know I got the blue cheese New freezer, I just cashed out on a new piece KFC, I got chicken like a two-piece Them bitches seein' me, turn your wife into a groupie But she can't stay with me Spend the night and then she lose me They like who he, countin' all the paper, all the loose-leaf In a new V, I might just go pull up on like two freaks My life a movie, rock Balenciagas, not no two-threes Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check Pardon me, you said that we would never be But actually, we made it here eventually We got the money, it's time to flex Fuck it, my ice on my neck Pull up the 'Vette, count up a check
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