Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Programmierung
Offset
Offset
Stimme und Gesang
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Stimme und Gesang
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter:in
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Songwriter:in
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter:in
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Produzent:in
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Produzent:in
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mischtechniker:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Swift
Swift
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
You already know it's that muhfuckin' Trap Holizay
Got Offset with me
The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'
You can't get on Zay's beats without wrappin' cocaine, ****
Yeah, real dope boy
Offset, take off on these ****
[Verse 2]
Walk in the club with the cash on me
Gang in the club with the strap on 'em
I cut you off, turn your back on me
I hit a lick, double back on it
I got four dubs who want back on it
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em
Percy and Molly, I'm back on it
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I don't play with that money, no
Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those
Don't duck a brick, rather finger roll
Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes
Fuck all this pack, ****, fuck all this fame
****, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine
Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane
[Verse 4]
Great dane, big dog, continental, blue frog
Pumps sawed off, what it good, did to cut the top off
Playin' with the gang get you knocked off
It was all games 'till we popped off
Mac-11 sprayin' like salt
Diamonds shinin' when the lights off
I don't care about the price, dawg
Dominican bitch with nice jaw
[Verse 5]
Creepin' in the night with your lady
**** hate it, but we been the greatest
Never lazy, pull up in the latest
You pocket slim and they real shady
I'm with the mafia lookin' tilapia
Shawty real popular, her left the opposite
That money you flexin', I know that this all of it
Won't text you 'cause I can't wait to just stall a bitch
[Verse 6]
Walk in the club with the cash on me
Gang in the club with the strap on 'em
I cut you off, turn your back on me
I hit a lick, double back on it
I got four dubs who want back on it
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em
Percy and Molly, I'm back on it
[Verse 7]
Bitch, I don't play with that money, no
Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those
Don't duck a brick, rather finger roll
Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes
Fuck all this pack, ****, fuck all this fame
****, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine
Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane
[Verse 8]
Do it for the streets
Let everybody eat
Sell dope on beats
BMF, BG
YSL
Offset, QC
Four pocket full
Everyday for the streets
[Verse 9]
Walk out the club with a hundred rounds
Everyday leave the house got a hundred thou'
**** turn up, get turned down
Everyday 'round street, it go down
You ain't no boss, ****, you a ho
I used to get money with your CEO
The second rich **** from Lil' Mexico
You never did straight business, had to stretch the blow
[Verse 10]
Me and Offset, we count up checks
My jewelry box got ten Rolex
I used to be broke, that's why I flex
A half a million 'round my neck
A thousand mile sol pronto
Black Migo, head huncho
I wish a **** turn his back on me
I get him whacked, pronto
[Verse 11]
Walk in the club with the cash on me
Gang in the club with the strap on 'em
I cut you off, turn your back on me
I hit a lick, double back on it
I got four dubs who want back on it
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em
Percy and Molly, I'm back on it
[Verse 12]
Bitch, I don't play with that money, no
Boy, what you say, got a mil' of those
Don't duck a brick, rather finger roll
Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes
Fuck all this pack, ****, fuck all this fame
****, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine
Takin' this jet to Quebec in this fame
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane
Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Kenneth Edward Bailey, Metro Boomin, Offset, Xavier Dotson
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