Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Programming
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Quorey Speights
Quorey Speights
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
[Verse 2]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit
[Verse 3]
Five-five-six-two-two-three, around the city, I make big noise
I just counted fifty in all fives, free the landlord
Take a pretty bitch and push her face against my back board
When that ho be naggin', tell her, "Shut up, make my dick hard"
**** wanna try me, but I promise they ain't that hard
If he go against me, then I do him like the last boy
Say he got more money in his pocket then he cappin'
Bitch, I keep them bands like New Orleans at the classic
Your bitch bumpin' Meghan, now she thinks that she a stallion
She gon' suck the meat up off my balls, she Italian
I just stuffed some sauce up in my closet like a cabinet
Bitch, I run the streets, TBG, you better tap in
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
[Verse 5]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit
[Verse 6]
Geek on the meds, fuck a bitch, I'ma leave her on red
I be stuck like a bike with no pegs
Ain't worried 'bout shit, I got lead
Different **** when I'm off of that red
Top shotta, my shooter, no dreads
How the fuck you gon' step with no legs?
If I say it, I ain't mean, ain't taken back shit
But you heard what I said
Yeah, really about action, chop a **** block like cabbage
Money keep stackin', I just finished doin' my taxes
Can't fall in love with no ratchet
We bustin' in traffic, hit 'em with a blitz like Madden
****, we we ain't duckin' no static
If I want it, I'ma get it , I'ma grab it
Money makin' bitch, real nasty
[Verse 7]
**** better tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
[Verse 8]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant, Jackie Plant Jr., Quorey Speights
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