Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Mosey
Lil Mosey
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Royce David
Royce David
Composer
Vid Vucenovic
Vid Vucenovic
Songwriter
Lathan Echols
Lathan Echols
Songwriter
Royce Pearson
Royce Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ForeignGotEM
ForeignGotEM
Producer
Royce David
Royce David
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ugh, ugh, uh Ugh, yeah Iced out my shit running to the bank now You still pop them shits don't feel the same now Kari would flip if he seen how I spend my days now Only designer shit, run around with cake now Iced out my shit running to the bank now You still pop them shits don't feel the same now Kari would flip if he seen how I spend my days now Only designer shit, run around with cake now I told all my niggas we gon' ball in the hills We was in deep that's why I stack my fuckin' bread We was rob a nigga, beat a nigga, leave him red We was 'possed to be here but I took his spot instead Yesterday had them rockets, but today we holdin' bands Now all we smoke is pack, you pop them fuckin' xans And last year he was free but now my brother in the jail Told him we gon' do it, that's why I'm stickin' to the plan Iced out my shit running to the bank now You still pop them shits don't feel the same now Kari would flip if he seen how I spend my days now Only designer shit, run around with cake now Iced out my shit running to the bank now You still pop them shits don't feel the same now Kari would flip if he seen how I spend my days now Only designer shit, run around with cake now And I drink too much lean I need to stop that And my nigga hold the beam, better strap that cock back And we finna check your crib, you better lock that I was in LA wit' the top back Pull up wit a spot, clip like 32 New Patek wit' a iced out chain, I got that too Nigga you coulda been here, that's why I was hurtin' you Blue strip what I carry I be comin' through Iced out my shit running to the bank now You still pop them shits don't feel the same now Kari would flip if he seen how I spend my days now Only designer shit, run around with cake now Iced out my shit running to the bank now You still pop them shits don't feel the same now Kari would flip if he seen how I spend my days now Only designer shit, run around with cake now Mosey, you have now arrived on The Land of Make Believe
Writer(s): Lathan Moses Stanley Echols, Royce David Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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