Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Chris Rosser
Chris Rosser
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Princston “Perfect Harmony” Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We global now Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers) Switch it up and I went global (Global) Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up) Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up) These niggas cap and that shit blow up My dawg rappin', hope he blow up I need my checks without no hold-ups I put my city on my shoulders I told the truth in every story that I told 'em I fucked around and showed 'em All of my whips got that new car smell Don't get it twisted from the 'partments, I just park well I don't fuck with him, that nigga flawed, send him to voicemail Catch up with him, push up on him, tell him how he always fail Made myself a millionaire, only took a year, dawg Thinkin' bout what I been through, I can make a tear fall Late night with them youngins, we was creepin', could've killed y'all We ain't gon' do that internet beefin', that's for bitches, dawg I went up to space so they hatin', they can't lift off I can make your bitch eat my kids, every drip drop I come from trenches, we can't come outside in flip flops I done came so far, sittin' on the floor, watchin' the tip-off Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers) Switch it up and I went global (Global) Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up) Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up) These niggas cap and that shit blow up My dawg rappin', hope he blow up I need my checks without no hold-ups I put my city on my shoulders I told the truth in every story that I told 'em I fucked around and showed 'em I put my all into this shit I worked so hard to get my wrist It broke my heart but I didn't quit I had to ball with no assist I got 'em all on my drip Go with his move, he gon' get flipped (Yeah) I had to hustle for a meal, yeah And now I'm hustling in these M's, yeah Gave Jock and Dee 200 years Whenever they call, I let 'em hear Them lawyers I got gon' lift they spirit Them niggas know I keep it real, yeah Sometimes I feel like the floor is giving in on me I work so hard but I can't stop 'cause they depend on me I tried to holler, she didn't talk, but now her friend want me I see through all, and my life flawed, need no lens on us Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers) Switch it up and I went global (Global) Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up) Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up) These niggas cap and that shit blow up My dawg rappin', hope he blow up I need my checks without no hold-ups I put my city on my shoulders I told the truth in every story that I told 'em I fucked around and showed 'em
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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