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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Programming
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Swift
Swift
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, haha You already know it's that muh'fuckin' Trap Holizay (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Got Offset with me The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah (Zaytoven) You know what I'm sayin? You can't get on Zay' beats without wrapping cocaine, nigga Yeah, real dope boy Offset, takeoff on these niggas Woo, woo, woo Walk in the club with the cash on me (cash) Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (gang-gang) I cut you off, turn your back on me (cut) I hit a lick, double-back on it (huh) I got four dubs who want back on it (woo) Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (stuck) Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (stove) Perci and Molly, I'm back on it (woo) Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (no) Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those (woo) Don't duck a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll) Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh) Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh) Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (woo, woo) Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame (woo) My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (loaded) Woo, woo, woo, woo Great Dane, big dog, continental, blue frog Pumps sawed-off, what it good, did to cut the top off Playin' with the gang get you knocked off It was all games 'til we popped off MAC-11 sprayin' like salt Diamonds shinin' when the lights off I don't care about the price, dawg Dominican bitch with some nice jaw Creepin' in the night with your lady Niggas hate it, but we been the greatest Never lazy, pull up in the latest Your pockets slim and they real shady I'm with the mafia, cookin' tilapia Shawty real popular, her left the opposite That money you flexin', I know that this all of it Won't text you 'cause I can't wait to just stall a bitch Walk in the club with the cash on me (cash) Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (gang-gang) I cut you off, turn your back on me (cut) I hit a lick, double-back on it (huh) I got four dubs who want back on it (woo) Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (stuck) Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (stove) Perci and Molly, I'm back on it (woo) Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (no) Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those (woo) Don't duck a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll) Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh) Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh, yeah) Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (woo, woo, nigga) Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame (woo) My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (loaded) Do it for the streets (yeah, do it for the streets) Let e'rrybody eat (yeah, let e'rrybody eat) Sell dope on beats (yeah, sell dope on beats) BMF, BG (skrrt, BMF, BG) YSL (slime, YSL), Offset, QC ('set, Offset, QC) Four pockets full (count up, four pockets full) Everyday for the streets (yeah, everyday for the streets) Walk in the club with a hunnid-thou' Everyday I leave the house, got a hunnid rounds (yeah) Nigga turn up, get turned down (turned down) Everyday 'round street, it go down (go down) You ain't no boss, nigga, you a ho I used to get money with your CEO The second rich nigga from Lil' Mexico You never did straight business, had to stretch the blow (free Meek) Me an' Offset, we count up checks (count up) My jewellery got ten Rolex Used to be broke, that's why I flex (flex) A half a million 'round my neck (count up) touch my soul pronto Black Migo, head huncho A wish a nigga turned his back on me I get him whacked, pronto (street) Walk in the club with the cash on me (cash) Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (gang-gang) I cut you off, turn your back on me (cut) I hit a lick, double-back on it (huh) I got four dubs who want back on it (woo) Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (stuck) Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (stove) Perci and Molly, I'm back on it (woo) Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (no) Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those (woo) Don't duck a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll) Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (agh) Fuck all this pack, nigga, fuck all this fame (uh) Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (woo, woo) Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame (woo) My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (loaded)
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Leland Tyler Wayne, Kenneth Bailey, Jacques Webster, Kiari Kendrell Cephus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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