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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Angad Bains
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Wheezy outta here
Say what? (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Like this)
Yeah, yeah
Millionaires for life (Yeah)
Facts, facts
We puttin' exotic flavors on our watches (Watches)
We eatin' dinner at Ruth's Chris, hibachis (Eatin' dinner)
I love her 'cause she slurpin' me so sloppy
I kill a nigga, get millions, one thing 'bout me
I drive the stolen car because it's faster (Skrrt, skrrt)
I took off on these niggas, but no NASA
My son know if I die, he a rich bastard (Rich bitch, facts)
I bought my mom a Ghost like a Casper (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed, talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm workin' my one, but got three more (Workin' my one)
Exotic cars, exotic stick, you know what we on
Patek and a presi' and it's two tone, yeah
I'm in the kitchen burnin' opp beef up
Yes, I listen, that's why I'm so up
I just dropped the blunt, girl, ain't fuckin' my ho
Yeah, I'm pullin' stunts, Trackhawk came camo
Itchy, itchy, Gator Mauris on my damn feet
Old people be like, "Nigga, your ass swagging" (No cap)
I done fucked her 50 times, she can't embarrass me
All my niggas known to hit 'em up, don't harass me
Yeah, in that Rolls truck strollin'
Yeah, I smoke on the asphalt when we rollin' (Asphalt, whoa)
F&N, blue tips, we'll smoke 'em
Back then, we spinnin' shit in a Ford Focus (Skrrt)
Told the shooter, "Wear a mask when you crashin" (Crashin')
Yeah, we eatin' the block up like a Pac-Man
Gotta quadruple all the profit, I'm gettin' backends (I'm gettin' backends)
Then catch me and do a ho on the back end (Facts, facts)
We puttin' exotic flavors on our watches (Watches)
We eatin' dinner at Ruth's Chris, hibachis (Eatin' dinner)
I love her 'cause she slurpin' me so sloppy
I kill a nigga, get millions, one thing 'bout me
I drive the stolen car because it's faster (Skrrt, skrrt)
I took off on these niggas, but no NASA
My son know if I die, he a rich bastard (Rich bitch, facts)
I bought my mom a Ghost like a Casper (Yeah)
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Raqhid Render
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