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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Ross Joseph Portaro IV
Ross Joseph Portaro IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SethInTheKitchen
SethInTheKitchen
Producer
Audio By Mel
Audio By Mel
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Mixing Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
Glenn A Tabor
Glenn A Tabor
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (let's go) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not (boom, boom, boom) I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen) And when I leave they gone follow me out (let's go) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes When I leave, they gon' follow me out Watch this (oh my god), fuck is these niggas talkin' about? I just created a lane and took over the motherfuckin' game and they soughted me out I just got 300K for a show during COVID-19, I'm still hot in the drought I'm on fire, nigga (okay, turn up), they tell you I ain't keep it real Just know that they lied, nigga, what she gone do? My bitch eat the dick like it's ribs I got the stick we gone see who gone live, house big as a bitch, my shit MTV cribs He asked for a feature but my shit ain't cheap, nigga better save up, I ain't givin' no deals I had to say this shit two times for all the broke boys in the back they act like they ain't hear me I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques, brought 'em back to the city She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick, and go baby and give it a hickie Ain't been on a stage in a minute but still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney (What you say?) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (go) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac (Tupac) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gon' follow me out (whoa) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (come on) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gon' follow me out It's up and it's stuck if you try me I gotta dub for the body I be surrounded with steppas Whole hundred thou' for the necklace Nothin' but dick for these bitches All of the blogs gettin' messy I'm passin' right now if you test me I'm layin' 'em down, get a stretcher (let's go) I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin' I was the one took the trip to LA to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy Sittin' on 15Ms, I'm rich, I own my house and all 10 of my cars Tell a hatin' ass nigga, "Get the fuck off my dick" I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas Niggas who really ain't on that, who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em From the city and can't even go back, got stepped on, that nigga a door mat Before they made Throwback Thursday, I was that nigga, go check the throwbacks Bitch nigga, it's Baby Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gone follow me out (come on, come on) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (ooh) You'll can 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac (Tupac) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes, when I leave they gone follow me out Yeah nigga (yeah), I'm motherfuckin' different, nigga Ain't no nigga like me, nigga (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugars and Glocks (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugars and Glocks (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wanna hate (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic with they bae, bitch (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, man, and you know, this shit come with a lot (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm acceptin' it all with open arms (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) See, me, when I prayed for this shit (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I told God I was willin' to accept whatever came with it (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm talkin' about whatever comes with it (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go (yeah-yeah), let's go (yeah, yeah), let's go (yeah-yeah) More money, more problems we got
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Ross Joseph Portaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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