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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Turbo
Turbo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Turbo
Turbo
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yah Uh Run that back, Turbo Yeah I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy I need some love to go with this hate Give mama a hug, we finally made it PuttinG Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady Business is business, so you gotta pay me Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day Business is business, so you gotta pay New Lamborghinis make me wanna race Still eat fettuccini, I'm stuck in my ways My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fucking get paid My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades Gunna back up, I was going through a phase I doubled up and got my bitches straight You learned how to drip from you watching my page Niggas be tossing, somebody decay Off-White'd the coupe and the inside is beige I pop this shit like I've been doing for ages So many dead faces I got me a grave YSL, nigga say "Slatt" every day I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat This Rollie a Presi', I don't need to vote Your ho super ready, she at my condo I stay with that 9, they should call me Marlo I'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goat Bouncing my life, got my back off the rope Too real I can't turn my back on the bros I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy I need some love to go with this hate Give mama a hug, we finally made it Putting Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady Business is business, so you gotta pay me Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it You dropped the ball I got it, we winning Spaceship for a car that ain't rented They know who I am, I ain't walking through Lenox It didn't take long, I ran up them racks Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back I shoulda playing linebacker, I want a sack I got this cheetah print all on my jacket I got the belt and the shoes to match it I'm from the hood, I'm keeping my ratchet My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket I'm serving real, I ain't just singing, rapping I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics I got a 31 doing gymnastics I sold a brick, it was still in the package Sixty five hundred was spent on this coat (Got a bitch in the condo, she snorting the coke) I don't wanna fuck her just want the throat I'm saving my money, I ain't going broke Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope I'm bringing cash, ain't paying no notes I got the stick just in case they want smoke I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy (Surfboard) I need some love to go with this hate Give mama a hug, we finally made it (Finally made it) Putting Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady (Bitches ain't shit) Business is business, so you gotta pay me (Business is business)
Writer(s): Chandler Durham, Dominique Jones, Sergio Kitchens, Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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