Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich Amiri
Songwriter
Elkan
Songwriter
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Rio Francesco Leyva
Songwriter
Taz Taylor
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elkan
Producer
Nick Mira
Producer
Rio Francesco Leyva
Producer
Taz Taylor
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Producer
Rio Francesco
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Pull up in some shit you can't imagine
Skrrt, skrrt
I drop all the racks and bring it back in
I drop all the racks
Some **** switched up, so I don't jack them (Huh?)
No more
YSL the pic', she love my fashion
'Member I was broke, but that was last year
Coolin', countin' cash, I get cash, yeah
Spent a few bands on the fit, yeah
Yeah, ****, I'm turned up, I'm lit
She keep on callin' again, I'm finna give her the (Yeah)
Cullinan, kickin' my feet up (Cullinan, kickin' my feet)
My summertime love fuckin' my feet up (Uh)
Yeah, I meant it (Woah)
Yeah, I meant it, I meant it (Yeah)
Tell you that I love you, bitch, I meant it, I meant it
Break that lil' ho heart then I move on to the next bitch
I been fiendin' for your attention and don't forget the mention
Woah woah-woah-woah
Faded love, it got me bented
Yeah, I'm top dawg, ain't no way that you can check this
I just ran it up, now I'm flexin' on my exes
And you cut that ho off for that bitch that you arrested (Huh)
That shit probably make a **** sick, goddamn
Bitch, I'm in the trap, I got them bricks, goddamn
Took a fifty, 'bout to make it flip (Make it flip, yeah)
Then I put a hundred on my wrist, goddamn
Gettin' way too rich, I had to put it right down
That boy ain't outside, I got him on lockdown
Hop up in my ride, finna put the tyre down
Now I gotta fly everytime I pop out (Everytime I pop out)
Pull up in some shit you can't imagine
Skrrt, skrrt
I drop all the racks and bring it back in
I drop all the racks
Some **** switched up, so I don't jack them (Huh?)
No more
YSL the pic', she love my fashion
'Member I was broke, but that was last year
Coolin', countin' cash, I get cash, yeah
Spent a few bands on the fit, yeah
Yeah, ****, I'm turned up, I'm lit
She keep on callin' again, I'm finna give her the (Yeah)
Cullinan, kickin' my feet up (Cullinan, kickin' my feet)
My summertime love fuckin' my feet up (Uh)
Yeah, I meant it (Woah)
Yeah, I meant it, I meant it
Tell you that I love you, bitch, I meant it, I meant it (I meant)
Break that lil' ho heart then I move on to the next bitch (Yeah)
I been fiendin' for your attention and don't forget the mention
Woah, woah-woah-woah
Faded love, it got me bented
Yeah, I'm top dawg, ain't no way that you can check this
I just ran it up, now, I'm flexin' on my exes
And you cut that ho off for that bitch that you arrested
Chase, he the man
Chase, he the
Chase, he the man
Chase, he a
Chase, he a G.O.A.T
Chase, he the
Chase, he the
Written by: Elkan, Nick Mira, Rich Amiri, Rio Francesco Leyva, Taz Taylor
