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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Zachary Foster
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Producer
Manohmanfoster
Producer
Lyrics
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Woke up, bought a Patek (Patek), I'm a ice fanatic (ice)
We ain't goin' broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (what?)
When I signed the deal, I copped the Maybach then I matte it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch 'em out in traffic (fuck 'em)
I'm in the smoke zone, fuck with me, that's how you die wrong (let's go)
Them checks gon' come long, callin' in straight from the dial tone (brr)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon' stand up (Rich)
I ran them racks up, check how a nigga done came up
I bet a hundred, he couldn't put up 50
I'm drivin' real fast with a pint on the seat (pint on the seat)
I sent them youngins to tear up the city
'Cause niggas was claimin' they want it with me (want it with me)
I put a bundle of hundreds on top of his head
They ain't want to take it from me
If I point it, they dumpin', they sprayin' for me
When it's war and they runnin', we lay in the street
But fuck it, let's talk how a nigga be stuntin'
These niggas keep tryin', fail to do it like me
They'll go on the net and they be talkin' reckless
But really, these niggas be scared of me (whoa)
Fuck all that talkin', your head for keeps (whoa)
How these diamonds be shinin', you ain't gotta see
When you see me, I'm thuggin', it's bloody with me (true)
Blow that strap back to back, I'ma tear up the street
Woke up, bought a Patek (Patek), I'm a ice fanatic (ice)
We ain't goin' broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (what?)
When I signed the deal, I copped the Maybach then I matte it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch 'em out in traffic (fuck 'em)
I'm in the smoke zone, fuck with me, that's how you die wrong (that's how you die wrong)
Them checks gon' come long, callin' in straight from the dial tone (checks)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon' stand up (up, up)
I ran them racks up, check how a nigga done came up (Rich)
I bought a patty-cake
On my left wrist, you could fuckin' skate
Pop a Perky, then I elevate
The way she suckin', I might crash the Wraith (skrrt)
Run to the money, I'm racin' (I'm racin')
YB in the cut like Jason (like Jason)
Burn a nigga like bacon
Them niggas ain't slime, they fakin'
It's an opp, we gon' shoot up the spot
Rich Forever, I'm a boy with a knot
You a freak, you gon' suck it or not?
Want the money 'cause I love it a lot
New foreign, bitch, it's straight out the lot
Old hundreds, tryna get 'em to rot
That's your bitch, she can't come to the spot
When I get the money, it comes straight up the top
Woke up, bought a Patek (Patek), I'm a ice fanatic (ice)
We ain't goin' broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (what?)
When I signed the deal, I copped the Maybach then I matte it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch 'em out in traffic (fuck 'em)
I'm in the smoke zone, fuck with me, that's how you die wrong (that's how you die wrong)
Them checks gon' come long, callin' in straight from the dial tone (checks)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon' stand up (up, up)
I ran them racks up, check how a nigga done came up (Rich)
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Zachary D Foster
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