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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zoey Dollaz
Vocals
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Milord
Composer
Go Grizzly
Composer
Nayvadius Wilburn
Composer
Dave Moise
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Go Grizzly
Producer
Lyrics
Pop your different designer
Casey wassup?
Oh, woah, woah
Gotta take off right now (right now)
Findin' that love right now (right now)
I just called my bros right now (right now)
Don't give up right now, now, now, now, now
Pop a drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can we duplicate it?
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep those excuses for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin' my name, they gon' get it, get it, get it
Poppin' the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin' the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Count a lid off that foreign
If I had a dollar
For every time, a nigga said he made me
I'd probably be rich (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, man I elevated (fuck them)
Confidential, with them conversations (conversations)
I don't talk, I don't tell no statements (shh)
I fell in love with the money baby (money baby)
Relationships, thats complicated (complicated)
I know them niggas mad, that we made it (mad)
More mone, more problems (more problems)
Percocets got a nigga faded (pull up)
Gave my Momma, a hunnid thousand cash (a hunnid thou')
I ain't even lookin' at my bank statements (nah)
You should have seen, where I come from (come from)
You'll be happy that a nigga made it (made it)
I was low, lower than the pavements (low)
My life, similar to basement (basement)
Now the rich really foreign (foreign)
Now the bitches, can't ignore 'em (ignore 'em)
Now the chain on VVS, diamonds lookin' like its snowin' (snowing')
Flooded Cuban on my wrist (wrist)
Pinky ring, really glowin' (glowin')
Knew them niggas really doubted me (doubted me)
I'm just happy that I showed 'em
Gotta take off right now (right now)
Findin' that love right now (right now)
I just called my bros right now (right now)
Don't give up right now, now, now, now, now
Pop a drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can we duplicate it?
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep those excuses for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin' my name, they gon' get it, get it, get it
Poppin' the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin' the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Count a lid off that foreign
They say, the money goin' to my head (to my head)
Old friends, tell me that I'm changin' (that I'm changin')
Baby girl, just do me a favor (do me a favor)
Girl, do not treat me like I'm famous (yeah)
I ain't changin', I'm just busy (busy)
Goin' out, city, city (city)
Nigga, seeing different faces (all faces)
That shit fuckin' wit' me (yeah)
If you met the women that I met (that I met)
Maybe, you'll cheat too (I bet)
I just hope, whoever got you next (got you next)
Knows how to treat you (yeah)
I used the money, just to hide my pain (hide my pain)
I ain't ever goin' broke again (nah)
Fallen victim to them Percocets (ooh)
Body numb, I don't feel no pain (body numb, I don't feel no pain)
Momma, told me slow down on chicks (oh yeah)
Baby momma, always catching fits (fits)
Talkin' 'bout, how she need some shit (need some shit)
Too much money, lookin' counterfeit
I miss my son, I can't handle this
Nigga been goin' through some shit
Gotta take off right now (right now)
Findin' that love right now (right now)
I just called my bros right now (right now)
Don't give up right now, now, now, now, now
Pop a drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can we duplicate it?
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep those excuses for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin' my name, they gon' get it, get it, get it
Poppin' the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin' the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Count a lid off that foreign
They say, the money goin' to my head
Old friends, tell me that I'm changin'
Baby girl, just do me a favor
Girl, do not treat me like I'm famous
I ain't changin', I'm just busy
Goin' out, city, city
Nigga, seeing different faces
Count a lid off that foreign
Count a lid off that foreign
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Kevin Andre Price, David Moise, Elvis Milord
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