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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CEPHUS KIARI KENDRELL
CEPHUS KIARI KENDRELL
Songwriter
Brandon Korn
Brandon Korn
Songwriter
Austin Schindler
Austin Schindler
Songwriter
Brian Imanuel
Brian Imanuel
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Powerz
Austin Powerz
Producer
Bkorn
Bkorn
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Rich Brian
Rich Brian
Producer

Lyrics

P-p-pull a mil' in a day, ain't even have the god-damn bill On your pill, every day I just be sippin' chamomile Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I'm here Every week, I be on the face, she think it's Cetaphil Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib I got people locked, and loaded like they train for ISIS Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you have it Pullin' all these dimes like, do you really want attention? Photoshoot the second I go out Catch me chillin' with Offset in a luau You gotta give a resume, so I can see what you're about Fuck your Snapchat, fuck your camera I need space like astronaut Please don't make me pull up on you Like Tom Sawyer, like to get right to the point And my sneakers match my sweater, I got hella sauce like soy Like my dad, I'm the man, don't wanna see me mad What you doin'? Is you lost? Go 'head and call a cab, ayy Yesterday, my mother called me, she told me that she be worried 'Bout my food, and what I eat, and I told her it's calamari D'USSÉ when I got no plans, sippin' on it after dinner You say you hang with the man, I see him when I'm in the mirror P-p-pull a mil' in a day, ain't even have the god-damn bill On your pill, every day I just be sippin' chamomile Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I'm here Every week, I be on the face, she think it's Cetaphil Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib (skrrt) I got people locked, and loaded like they train for ISIS (boom) Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you have it (boom, hey) Pullin' all these dimes like, do you really want attention? (Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo) Diamonds on my wrist got her attention (hey) When I pulled up on that drop top, Fonzworth Bentley (skrrt) I heard your main bitch, she got me in her mentions (hey) I am a Martian, I am not from this dimension (no) All of this water drippin' on my Paddy, like I rinsed it (drip, drip, drip) Fuck on your daughter, I won't test a bet, she in detention (smash, smash, smash) Drip drop, Gucci sock, bought my bitch Givenchy (hey) Your TikTok, Rolex watch, plain Jane, keepin' it simple (plain) Young rich nigga in the trap with rich niggas Ain't goin' for a bitch nigga, choppa flip niggas (grrt) On my way up to eight figures, I don't need nigga (no) No police, my neck on freeze (freeze), my dog breed killas P-p-pull a mil' in a day, ain't even have the god-damn bill On your pill, every day I just be sippin' chamomile Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I'm here Every week, I be on the face, she think it's Cetaphil Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib I got people locked, and loaded like they train for ISIS Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you have it Pullin' all these dimes like, do you really want attention?
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Brian Soewarno, Austin Schindler, Kiari Cephus, Brandon Korn, Kevin Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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