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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Polo G
Vocals
Ryan Vojtesak
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Christopher Chrishan Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Producer
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ooh
Right now sound
Dolla $ign
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Suicide Ghost with the chrome on top
In the rich neighborhood with the doors unlocked
Never switched sides when I made it on top
Thought you had it for a minute, but it's over now
Seen her movin', she be doin' too much for me, yeah
She kept doin, doin', doin' too much for me, yeah
Comin' outside with the Benz outside ('side)
Money makin' moves, yeah, I been alright ('right)
What I got to lose, is it black or white?
Had to do it for the city, you know that part
Two hoes in a Focus, shit, we drink 'til we fall out
Moƫt and more patience, more rain, we gon' ball out
Hit up J on a K, on a chain pristine
Ain't no way, they gon' put me on timeout (skrrt)
Here to stay for this life, I won't change
I got whips, I got angels on my hood when I ride out
Suicide Ghost with the chrome on top
In the rich neighborhood with the doors unlocked (locked)
Never switched sides when I made it on top
Thought you had it for a minute, but it's over now
Seen her movin', she be doin' too much for me, yeah
She kept doin, doin', doin' too much for me, yeah
She got pretty brown skin like Keisha in Belly, oh
Girl, I can turn you on if you let me
Girl, I can turn you on if you ready
How you smilin' at the phone when you text me
I just wanna hear you moan, 'cause you sexy, yeah
Murder on my mind like I'm Melly
All this weight up on my shoulders gettin' heavy
She only wanna chill when it's dark outside
We got weed and liquor, it's just me and the guys
I told her, "You and all your friends, you can slide"
Everybody 'round me blessed, it's a vibe
In a two-seater, I'm caressing her thighs
Right now a man ain't the fit for her pride
Suicide Ghost with the chrome on top
In the rich neighborhood with the doors unlocked (locked)
Never switched sides when I made it on top
Thought you had it for a minute, but it's over now
Seen her movin', she be doin' too much for me, yeah
She kept doin, doin', doin' too much for me, yeah
Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Christian Ward, Charlie Handsome, Christopher Dotson, Tyrone William Griffin, Shane Lindstrom
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