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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Izayah Alexander
Izayah Alexander
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Peter Gogola
Peter Gogola
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Mixing Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Datboigetro
Datboigetro
Producer
Dior
Dior
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, Dior, this shit crazy) (Get that bag, Getro) Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years I hope Fred know that I miss him, but he never call me Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin' Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hop the corner Rich ass rapper, police think I got a 50 on 'em I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?" All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough Then, I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck Rich and dangerous, yeah-yeah Rich and dangerous, yeah-yeah Rich and dangerous, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Shawty can't leave, she's stalkin' Can't give up, I'm ballin' Whoever hang with him, we get him We don't have a target I been in LA, but all the trenches where my heart at These niggas ain't felt no pain, these niggas just play hurt like a car wreck At night, I pray to God, that he protect me from that cold cell Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here Pistol in my hand, it takes too long to get to my hip Dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years I hope Fred know that I miss him, but he never call me Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin' Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hop the corner Rich ass rapper, police think I got a 50 on 'em I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, it says, "Why you so emotional?" All that money couldn't save me, they make me mad enough Then, I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck Rich and dangerous, yeah-yeah Rich and dangerous, yeah-yeah Rich and dangerous, yeah-yeah Rich and dangerous, yeah, yeah Rich and dangerous, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, rich and- Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Peter Gogola, Izayah Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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