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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Rap
BIG30
BIG30
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Butler
Aaron Butler
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Songwriter
Rodney Wright Jr.
Rodney Wright Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real Red
Real Red
Producer
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
Producer

Lyrics

That's why it switches on my glee, p- (go, go) And we put bump stock, .223, p- (go, go) Charity, I gave it to them people (go, go) You fu- with a certified speaker (go, go) Not you 'posed to be gangster, but salty 'bout the h- (crazy) How the fuck my artist bigger than your CEO? (Blrrd) Why the hell she know I'm toxic but still f- with me? It's plentiful right now, I'm still pourin' on a pint of V Prezi' Rolex, emerald cut, still ain't seen a watch like this jaunt (nope) All white guts, b- can't sit in here on her time of the month (period) Plain Jane shirt, but it's a stack 'cause it say Saint Laurent (cost) Choppers and my dollars up, shooters hungry, get gobbled up (get ate) Stand-up guy, won't speak on nothin' that I see or saw (shhs) Real weed, soon as I snatch it, it's already bought (it's gone) Went to the right doctor, her booty and her t- soft (she grown) Condom in my pocket, anxious, I still f- her raw My pull-out game weak (man), I pluck, I tweak (f-) Red and white, Supreme ski, 11 whips, I go Kyrie (go) Tryna steal the recipe, you just a Bagg-wannabe Bipolar personality, that's why it's switches on my glee (blrrd) That's why it's switches on my glee, p- (go, go) And we put bump stock .223, p-, (go, go) Blrrd, blrrd (go, go) Blrrd, flip a n- street, p- (go, go) Ayy Now, how the f- you get some fame? I been an opp (opp) Them folks ain't rockin' with ya', they watchin' 'til you get dropped (nope, get dropped) I keep clutchin' on this Glock 'cause these rocks poppin' out my watch (brr, brr) Ain't nobody on your block 'cause I'm the one who scoped the drop (nope, that's me) I'm the one that knocked up on your door (ayy, ayy), hit through there with that chopper (that's me) B-, we no hospital gang (brr), n- blessed if he see a doctor (see) It's 2-20 on the dash, b-, I just left a helicopter It's a pint up in this car, 20 bows, and a couple Roxies Ayy, I'm slidin' with a thotty (thotty), I'm slidin' with a n- b- (b-) Just got the drop from the lil' h-, stop thinkin' with ya d- (with ya d-) Poured a tray of Wocky in the Fanta, they thought it was trish' (mud) H-, this 600 worth of drank (ayy), this s- thicker than grits (ayy, heavy mud) Give it to 'em, I gave it to 'em (go, blrrd, go, blrrd) Said you know I did it, I gave it to 'em (go, blrrd-blrrd-blrrd, go) Charity, I gave it to them people (go, go) You f- with a certified speaker (go, go) (Red dead, I'm so f- bumpin', bro) (FOREVEROLLING) (Hol' up, flexin' on that-)
Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White Jr., Rodney Wright, Jorres Nelson, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Aaron Butler, Christopher Finch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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