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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smokepurpp
Smokepurpp
Performer
RONNY J
RONNY J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Pineiro
Omar Pineiro
Composer
Ronald Spence Jr.
Ronald Spence Jr.
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RONNY J
RONNY J
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer

Lyrics

Ronny J on the beat, bitch I don't trip on a bitch, it's whatever (yeah) All this money, I'm changin' the weather (uh) And I'm bussin' this bitch at whoever Bitch I'm poppin' my shit on whoever (yeah) If it ain't 'bout the money, it's whatever (it's whatever) Forty bands on the fit, it's whatever (bitch) These invisible set, diamonds wetter (uh) Put some racks in the bank like a TD (racks) That lil' nigga a shrimp, he a PeeWee I got rich, now they yellin' off feed me (uh) And I'm takin' this bitch not the CD Nigga smokin' propane that's straight out the BP Popped in the kitchen, still whippin' up raining I keep a nine on me, call it big Nini Glock 26, bake a nigga like panini (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got my pockets on strong, feel like Hercules (Hercules) That bitch lyin', she say she ain't heard of me (yeah) If the bitch off the xans it's a blur to me (uh) If I can't keep the gun, I can't go in there And the bowl on my wrist, am I fittin' there? (Yeah) If she bad I then I just might go pee in her (yeah) Bitch I'ma dog like it's fleas in here (uh) I don't trip on a bitch, it's whatever (yeah) All this money, I'm changin' the weather (uh) And I'm bussin' this bitch at whoever Bitch I'm poppin' my shit on whoever (yeah) If it ain't 'bout the money, it's whatever (it's whatever) Forty bands on the fit, it's whatever (bitch) These invisible set, diamonds wetter (uh) I don't trip on a bitch, it's whatever (yeah) All this money, I'm changin' the weather (uh) And I'm bussin' this bitch at whoever Bitch I'm poppin' my shit on whoever (yeah) If it ain't 'bout the money, it's whatever (it's whatever) Forty bands on the fit, it's whatever (bitch) These invisible set, diamonds wetter (uh) My shit pop out the cut like a dope fiend Had to stop poppin' percs I need codeine (yeah) With the stick or rock I give 'em nosebleeds (uh) Bitch I'm knockin' shit down like we bowlin' (yeah) Me my chauffeur, fuck a bitch, maybe two of them I'ma light this bitch up if your crew in there Put my stamp on a bitch like a vaccine And they know I stay clean like a quarantine (yeah) Nigga fuck up with me and get popped Spin the block, finna get on the opp (yeah) If he testin' we bustin' his at his top Ain't no head on his bitch it's a drop And the FN on me it gon' pop Nigga feelin' like favourite all star Fuck his bitch she get left in the car (bitch) I don't trip on a bitch, it's whatever (yeah) All this money, I'm changin' the weather (uh) And I'm bussin' this bitch at whoever Bitch I'm poppin' my shit on whoever (yeah) If it ain't 'bout the money, it's whatever (it's whatever) Forty bands on the fit, it's whatever (bitch) These invisible set, diamonds wetter (uh) I don't trip on a bitch, it's whatever (yeah) All this money, I'm changin' the weather (uh) And I'm bussin' this bitch at whoever Bitch I'm poppin' my shit on whoever (yeah) If it ain't 'bout the money, it's whatever (it's whatever) Forty bands on the fit, it's whatever (bitch) These invisible set, diamonds wetter (uh)
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Ronald O'neil Jr. Spence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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