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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Jordan Miller
Background Vocals
Gregg Wattenberg
Background Vocals
Jesse Fink
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Rich
Songwriter
Ryan West
Songwriter
Ari Starace
Songwriter
Sebastian Schallenberg
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Rich
Producer
Ryan West
Producer
Y2K
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Bitch!
Jason Rich on the beat, bitch
Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winning (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches
Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula
Gravy got your girl sitting in the passenger
Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular
Hit it really quick and then I dip, ayy, ayy
Gravy in this bitch, I'm with the shits, ayy, ayy
You never see me lack, I send yo' bitch a fact
She came through with the pack
Gravy came through with the snacks (Woo)
Pull up to that function in a new whip, too quick
Now yo' mama lookin' like my new bitch, true shit
She my thicky, she so pretty
Every time I'm in yo' city
Gravy bustin' through that chimney
Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winning (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches
Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula
Gravy got your girl sitting in the passenger
Think I'm Richard Simmons, ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular
White Versace robe when I hop up on a stage
Fuck yo' bitch, gone in sixty seconds
Call me Nic Cage (Fuck)
Gravy going national, I'm looking for the treasure
I don't think I'm sick, but I got 'em under weather (Ayy)
Honda, Tesla, Rolls with the roof up
Gin with the fruit punch, ray gun juiced up
Fly as fuck, called up my boy and said, let's make these hits
Might just go icy my wrist, might just go cop me yo' bitch
Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist just like Richard Simmons (Simmons)
Got the Patek with the drip like I'm fuckin' winnin' (Bitch)
Now them diamonds on my neck synchronized swimmin' (Swimmin')
Got my wrist spinning, looking like I'm Richard Simmons (Ayy)
Rich Simmons, Raf Simons, thick women, bad bitches
Six figures on yo' head, flip like a spatula
Gravy got your girl sitting in the passenger
Think I'm Richard Simmons
Ooh, bitch, I feel spectacular
Writer(s): Ari Starace, Matthew Hauri, Ryan West, Jason Rich, Sebastian Schallenberg
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