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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Blxst
Blxst
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Duke
Big Duke
Producer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Co-Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Meek Milly, uh I'm gettin' head in my Lambo' (Lambo') Too many stitch in my bando (yeah) All we touch is that brick talk (brick talk) Nigga Kyrie with the handles (skrr, skrr) Everybody poppin', it's lit shit (lit shit) 'Til we come blow out your candles (brr) Young nigga poppin' that big shit (big shit) And it stay shinin' like a sandal, woah, wait (shee) Chanel on my bitch Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich Get out of pocket, we murder your dawg Full stop barkin' and turn him a vic Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss I put the call and they comin' to hit Strappin' like we never heard of the law One thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch (huh) You was just talkin' like?, fuck is you doin'? Aw, man (fuck is you doin'? Aw, man) I've been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and selling hot tea (yeah) Shawty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't really wanna kick it, Van Damme (yеah) I'm the type to fuck a bad bitch first night, then kick thе ho out like Pam Ayy (ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice So talk to me nice Might design her the couch and fuck up your wife We do what we like (yeah) This opp here, might blow through bags, yeah To fuck up a life (to fuck up a life) The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blueface (blueface) It come a few ways, yeah, yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too cray, if I do say so myself Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?) I came to step on shit (step on shit) Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?) I'm on my effin' shit (effin' shit) Been had the fifty clip He went on my second shit This album got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament I'm throw the money bags, yo, that's why my section lit And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head, she suckin' on peppermints Grammy nominated, forty million records sold That's not what a legend is The Draco was camouflage, 'cause outside of the Fendi it's leopard print Niggas still smokin' Chronic? Pfft I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on a elephant I fucked her on day two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is And you know I'm gang related, let us in I came with my relatives and tonight Ayy (ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice So talk to me nice Might design her the couch and fuck up your wife We do what we like (yeah) This opp here, might blow through bags, yeah To fuck up a life (to fuck up a life) The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blueface (blueface) It come a few ways, yeah, yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too cray, if I do say so myself Talk to me nice, lil' bitch I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (don't do that) Too player, it's in me not on me, I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (yeah, yeah) Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets, 'fore I purchased the drank, I gave her the kids Had to make sure it's right (mwah) They tryna say we bipolar (why?) Me and this Glock gotta quit Fifty some racks for a six hours flight, just to turn back around, I'ma be back tonight Talk to me nice, you don't get a me twice (nah) Fuck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (lil' bitch) In the bando with no lights where you find us (been trappin') We was just mindin' us (locked in) Money in front of me, bullshit behind us (focus) We just vibin', don't mind us (yeah, yeah) Bloody Lamborghini Urus, she was moppin' while I'm steerin' AR pistol, I'm insured Won't let you take me from my children Choppas, brr, brr, VVS is chillin', brr No cup, all I sip is is purp Fly before I board the nerd (big Bagg) Ayy (ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice So talk to me nice Might design her the couch and fuck up your wife We do what we like (yeah) This opp here, might blow through bags, yeah To fuck up a life (to fuck up a life) The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blueface (blueface) It come a few ways, yeah, yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too cray, if I do say so myself
Writer(s): Robert Williams, Jayceon Taylor, Matthew Burdette, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Thomas Walker, Chris Malloy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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