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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Elxnce
Elxnce
Programming
Starboy
Starboy
Programming
Outtatown
Outtatown
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Composer
Logan Cartwright
Logan Cartwright
Composer
Tobias Dekker
Tobias Dekker
Composer
Anton Martín Mendo
Anton Martín Mendo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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midwxst
Recording Engineer
Elxnce
Elxnce
Producer
Starboy
Starboy
Producer
Outtatown
Outtatown
Producer
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay) Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay) Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay) Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay) Singin', I feel like I'm New Edition I've been countin' that money, addition You been creating lies, a fiction Everybody all talk, they don't listen Oh, that boy want the smoke, he want friction Oh, that girl suck that dick, love my diction I know you wanna be me, I'm addictin' Can't stop that shit, I'm on a mission No, no, no, no Hop in that coupe, I'm on go I know that you don't want me as a foe She want to fuck with me, know I'ma blow I'm watchin' my back, I stay on my toes I'm stayin', stay with my gang and my bros You bangin', but we know you ain't on go I'm steppin', steppin' on necks and on throats I'm watchin', know I've been takin' some notes Cuttin' her off, like bitch, you're too toxic Sayin' you hard, but that shit is nonsense All on my page, I know that you watchin' Wanna be me, I know that you stalkin', yeah Tryna mess with the kid 'cause I start gettin' poppin' I'm in the studio, know that I'm locked in Doin' this shit 'cause I don't got an option Makin' the list, well I'm in the top ten And no, don't try to say that I'm braggin' Breathin' fire, I feel like a dragon Said I'm crazy, they said I'm a mad man Smoke a blunt, no, I don't need a dab pen Not a game, no, this shit is not Madden Money only go up, not of a sudden Walk inside of the store and I'm cashin' out You say that you hard, let's see what you about Oh, what did he say? Better get back, better stay away Need to get in line, you better behave I know you scared, boy, I know you afraid People really tryna say that I changed Fuck the money, bitch, I don't need the fame No matter what, I'll always be the same I never cared what these motherfuckers have to say 'Cause they do not even matter, oh I'm counting all the money I'm 'bout to put cheese and bread on my platter, oh Smokin' a blunt to numb all my pain And that boy a nub, I know he a lame Don't try to say that I'm not the same Getting bad energy out of my brain, yeah Nine-hundred, I just got some new sneakers You gon' pay an arm and a leg for this feature Get on stage and scream like I am a preacher Talkin' to the kids, I feel like the teacher Remember cryin', I had tears on my t-shirt Do what you want, give a fuck what they say If you got a dream, then do it today If you got a passion, then don't be afraid Never fit in, don't fit in the classroom Remember hidin' from class in the bathroom You can say that we friends, but we not really friends Bitch, I know that you won't be there for me in the end I might call up Jenna, I might hop in the Benz I don't know how much money I wanna spend I don't want your girl 'cause she is not a ten I do not wan' talk, so do not press send Put all my money inside of the bag And I walk in that bitch wearin' Raf, yeah You really be tryin' to say I'm not hard But we all know that that shit is cap, yeah You talk about me, got my name in your mouth Boy, I already know that you mad, yeah If I'm bein' real honest, I'm gettin' real hungry You might as well open a tab, yeah Bitch, I'm runnin' like a relay, oh, I got him in his feelings Everybody wanna leave my life, everybody leaving I've been seeing all the fakes, yeah, they really is revealing You've been lyin' to my face, all your lies, they unreeling Girls saying I'm appealing but my heart's still healing You can talk, talk, talk, but it's real hard believing Switchin' up like the seasons, you don't even got a reason Broke all of my trust, yeah, you cannot change me Singin', I feel like I'm New Edition I've been countin' that money, addition You been creating lies, a fiction Everybody all talk, they don't listen Oh, that boy want the smoke, he want friction Oh, that girl suck that dick, love my diction I know you wanna be me, I'm addictin' Can't stop that shit, I'm on a mission
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Anton Martin Mendo, Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt Iii, Logan Brian Cartwright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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