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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrii Oliinyk
Andrii Oliinyk
Songwriter
Indyah Mcalister
Indyah Mcalister
Songwriter
Jakob D Hagemann
Jakob D Hagemann
Songwriter
Liam McAlister
Liam McAlister
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Indyah Mcalister
Indyah Mcalister
Producer
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Mixing Engineer
Flowboyprod
Flowboyprod
Producer
LMC
LMC
Producer
@Reallykutoff
@Reallykutoff
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
KutOff
KutOff
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah It's your boy Quando and I woke up this morning With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me New money, blue money, I'm tired (I'm tired) I don't know why I tried her (why I tried her) Said I'ma fuck her one time, then I hit again (oh) Turning pennies to a dime, I just hit the licks (QRN) The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups 20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt) Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer A milli', that ain't nothin' to me, I ran that shit up more than once I'm really, really from the streets and ain't nobody put me on I like my bitches like my cars, I swear to God that all 'em foreign My closet worth about two hundred, Amiri sneaks, I never wore 'em Bad bitch just like Lauren London, shop inside designer stores Clean up crew, we do our chores, I count up blues every time I'm bored All blue the Aventador, make that shit say, "Neighborhood" I can make a ten or four, just break 'em down and sell 'em whole We get 'em in and get 'em gone, your bitch like how I put it on On a molly when she hangover, I came from catchin' sales on corners Digi scales in California, go to jail, they try to clone you Play for keeps, we put you under, AMG like fuck a Honda The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups 20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt) Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer Vince Carter, left his whole damn arm in the rim (arm in the rim) Wrist water, I bet I could fuck Ms. Parker, she a ten (she a ten) Different colored bitches, sorty like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick) Road to riches, throw that Benz right off in sport mode, let it hit (skrrt) Nowadays, jump off the porch and need a glizzy with a switch (grrah) Cartiers, I could see the hate, they know I'm super rich (I'm super rich) Broad day with no license plates, we rock out with them sticks (bah) Broadway worth 'bout fifty K, you play, I'll send a blitz Rod Wave, I'm dyin' in these Cuban links, that's off the rip (that's off the rip) I know they hate to see me shinin', I'm just tryna pay the bills (tryna pay the bills) Purple baby, my lil' homies thuggin', thunder off the hip (they off the hip) "Fuck you, pay me," that's the motto, homie, Glocks, extended clips The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups 20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt) Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Liam Mcalister, Andrii Oliinyk, Indyah Mcalister, Jakob Hagemann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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