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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Stephane Reibaldi
Stephane Reibaldi
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ambezza
Ambezza
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Patron
Patron
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sloane Esme
Sloane Esme
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ski! You dig? I'm buying land, property I got blue racks on me, just like I'm playin' Monopoly Hell nah, they ain't stopping me I'm dressed in Tom Ford I tell her keep clapping that ass, just like a encore Yeah, big pimpin'- She gon' make it clap, no hands Making love to the money, romance Coulda bought a chain, but I bought a Lamb' Why he hate? He a whole fan With the gang yeah, the whole clan Big pimpin', yeah Trap kitchen, blew a hundred I was big trippin' Might let y'all land for the night I done took a little pill, it's a flight I done threw a little dub, that was light Oh, she think she got the tiger stripes I'm doing good, my pockets right I've been chasin' them bands, I'm out of sight I jumped on a mic', it changed my life Now all these hoes tryna be my wife Okay, big pimpin' Cuff y'all hoes, you big simpin' Tryna get that guap and hit the top We on a big mission I ran up that bag and took your hoe, and now your bitch Go and drop that bag and hit the store, bitch We be big spendin', big pimpin' I'm buying land, property I got blue racks on me, just like I'm playin' Monopoly Hell nah, they ain't stopping me I'm dressed in Tom Ford I tell her keep clapping that ass, just like a encore Yeah, big pimpin' If it ain't about no cash, I don't wanna pick up the call I told her keep clappin' that ass, just like it was round of applause Yeah, I'm countin' these racks, I got a big bag, lil' n- Your shit look small Getting that bag, I'm letting it stack Lil' n-, that shit getting tall Jump on the mic' and I'm going in Took another n- hoe again Man, that dumbass n- done went broke again N- broke, prolly can't even show a ten Tryna run up a B like Hov and them Ran up a bag, they notice him It was just me and Benjamin I done took a L, but I gotta win Cool quarter mill' on the wrist One bracelet on me, it's a fifty Baby shake your ass and them titties Big dawg, give me the kitty Big pimpin', spendin all the cheese Bad bitches, coming by the three's Know she got manners, say please Big jet, going overseas I'm buying land, property I got blue racks on me, just like I'm playin' Monopoly Hell nah, they ain't stopping me I'm dressed in Tom Ford I tell her keep clapping that ass, just like a encore Yeah, big pimpin'
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Dimitri Rogers, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Tyler Meeks, Stephane Reibaldi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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