Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
AXL
AXL
Programming
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Manalla Yusuf
Manalla Yusuf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AXL
AXL
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Tillie
Tillie
Mixing Engineer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid) Double C when you see my bitch Hell nah, she bad, she don't wear no Yeezys (bad) Big bank so the money don't fold I'm a young nigga, still trap or die like Jeezy All the bands on me, she a fan on me Young nigga run a check out of DC Popped a pill, automatic E.T. Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (what?) Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo) Hit the plug, get the bands, run it But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing) Fell asleep in it, it was bussin' Made a fifty double to a hunnid Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it Girl, throw it back like it was fronted All these racks is all I ever wanted Throw it back (throw it back) She want a Birkin but she can't get none of that (what?) Ass fat, she want a rack, I told her to make it clap Last night, I made a hunnid easy I usually charge, but she could get a freebie My last bitch, she said she didn't need me Now she broke and bust it for the free-ski Ooh, I done bought the Lamborghini (skrrt) I be flexin' on 'em, know they see me Pass that, told him to put up a fifty but he couldn't match that Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (hunnid) She don't wear no Yeezy, is you dummy? Drop a bullet, hit you in the tummy Niggas love the cappin', but it's real me My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid) Double C when you see my bitch Hell nah, she bad, she don't wear no Yeezys (bad) Big bank so the money don't fold I'm a young nigga, still trap or die like Jeezy All the bands on me, she a fan on me Young nigga run a check out of DC Popped a pill, automatic E.T. Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (what?) Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo) Hit the plug, get the bands, run it But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing) Fell asleep in it, it was bussin' Made a fifty double to a hunnid Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it Girl, throw it back like it was fronted All these racks is all I ever wanted (rich)
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Yusuf Abdul-aziz Manalla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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