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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hampton Sallee III
Hampton Sallee III
Songwriter
Jacob Sclaver
Jacob Sclaver
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Champ
DJ Champ
Producer
prodbyjuko
prodbyjuko
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Angie Randisi
Angie Randisi
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Anybody came around, I turnt them up Ain't nobody gave me shit, I earned this stuff All cap aside, who really turnt as us? Akademiks, niggas think they can't get touched I don't be on computers much, Ced turned me on to YouTube I keep tryna tell them I'm different from what they used to We can't go to war, fuck this money up, is what I tell the bro and them Everybody wanna be killers now, I ain't even go there I know real steppers, with body counts, don't nobody know them I won four M's off of baccarat and didn't even buy nothing Invest a lil something into MoonPay just to try something Mama get her hair done when she want, she got her own salon Tryna find a nanny that Jason like so I can keep him with me Real gambler, plenty times I fucked it up and got it right, the same night You ever heard that little Joe can change ya life? I'm talking shooting dice, I know that went over they head And without me more than half of these rappers wouldn't have no legs What I mean is, I'm really the reason niggas think they big as me, damn They couldn't see the old me, I done revamped Blue check, I'm verified, that's if socials stop today God knows in any circumstance that I'ma find a way You supposed to have 57 11, but you didn't time to wait I'm talking about Patek, this bitch just turned my savage up Yeah, I play for the big load Switching up my pimping, I been trying to knock a rich hoe We done did some shit you can't forget, now you are my real bro I told them to let it go, they still shot them I made my first money in the trenches, and I still got it Every now and then, I go and count it, can't forget where I come from Hope the people at my label know I'm not dumb Get whatever I want, whenever I want it, then go number one Top priority, they running to me (yea) I'm from poverty, what's a Grammy to me? (Yea) Money fuck with me, it been good to me (yea) Bitches traveling the way from Europe to me (yea) Listen to me, talk to me, I don't want you nagging though I didn't want it, now you got it, that ain't nothing to brag about You've been out here playing from the minimum, watch me max 'em out I went from the projects to the Zürich, shoebox to Swiss account Millionaire meetings, collared shirt I left my cup in the car I'ma bring the ghetto to the light, can't leave 'em stuck in the dark I just told the lawyers keep on fighting, bro can't be stuck in no box We be posting pictures while we there, we don't give a fuck about no opps How she not gonna tell her friends, she really fucking a star? She too cute to ride in Ubers, so I bought her a car They been trying to catch up with me, I'm just already far Don't gotta ride no niggas waves, bro, I'm already gnarly, I'm already gnarly Don't gotta ride no niggas waves, bro, I'm already gnarly, I'm already gnarly This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody's fucking this vibe up, fucking this vibe up This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody's fucking this vibe up, fucking this vibe up Top priority, they running to me (yea) I'm from poverty, what's a Grammy to me? (Yea) Money fuck with me, it been good to me (yea) Bitches traveling the way from Europe to me
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Jacob Daniel Sclaver, Hampton Sallee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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