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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Figurez Made It
Figurez Made It
Programming
Flexico
Flexico
Programming
Dj Shawdi P
Dj Shawdi P
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Gonzalez
Cristian Gonzalez
Songwriter
Joseph Nguyen
Joseph Nguyen
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Steven Alexander
Steven Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Figurez Made It
Figurez Made It
Producer
Flexico
Flexico
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Dj Shawdi P
Dj Shawdi P
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me nigga Bitch I done ride with the shooters, ayy Made my cousin a killer In the '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, nigga But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs" Nigga, uh, bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total It feel like the flu game, when I sold out the Nova I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Sour vision, bank account Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated Can't fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas I been on Promethazine so long, when I'm slidin' I'm faded I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated I been touchin' all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it Nigga I been ballin' every season like Kobe with aim All these niggas gon' hate I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin'
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Steven Charles Alexander, Cristian Gonzalez, Joseph Nguyen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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