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Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Stimme und Gesang
Figurez Made It
Figurez Made It
Programmierung
Flexico
Flexico
Programmierung
Dj Shawdi P
Dj Shawdi P
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cristian Gonzalez
Cristian Gonzalez
Songwriter:in
Joseph Nguyen
Joseph Nguyen
Songwriter:in
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter:in
Steven Alexander
Steven Alexander
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Ingenieurassistent:in
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Ingenieurassistent:in
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mischtechniker:in
Figurez Made It
Figurez Made It
Produzent:in
Flexico
Flexico
Produzent:in
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mischtechniker:in
Dj Shawdi P
Dj Shawdi P
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Lyrics

Yeah Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me nigga Bitch I done ride with the shooters, ayy Made my cousin a killer In the '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, nigga But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs" Nigga, uh, bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total It feel like the flu game, when I sold out the Nova I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Sour vision, bank account Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated Can't fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas I been on Promethazine so long, when I'm slidin' I'm faded I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated I been touchin' all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it Nigga I been ballin' every season like Kobe with aim All these niggas gon' hate I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin'
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Steven Charles Alexander, Cristian Gonzalez, Joseph Nguyen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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