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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
James Royo
Songwriter
Nye Lee Jr.
Songwriter
Sean Stein
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Rafael Fai Bautista
Recording Engineer
Matthew Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Di$
Producer
Damn James
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, oh, yeah
(Damn, James)
(Off to Neverland)
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign (ooh-yeah)
I was deep, I was deep in it
She see the stars, she see the stars in
I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah
I had to park, had to park my, park my
Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite (opposite)
Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist (narcissist)
I got hitters with me, they like popping shit (popping shit)
I got red bottoms with the ostrich
Getting toppy in the dawn
I'm on my boss shit, told that hoe don't gossip
Maybach getting top in the dawn
Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah
I was laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah)
Laid back getting neck in the double R (na-na)
Laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah)
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah (na-na)
She said she want a rockstar (double R), yeah
She wanna be a popstar (double R), yeah
Folded in the double R (double R), yeah
Rich sex in the double R
Do the dash in that Lamb', got her busting on my seats
Get my pass out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease
Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won't catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
I done fucked majority of the models off of IG
And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine
I done took a fuckin' jet, I ain't bring an ID
She ain't fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can't come 'round me
Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me ('cause she proud)
Lot of blues like I'm banging C (lot of blues 'cause I'm banging Crip)
Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring (let it ring)
Baguette daddy, baguette the wedding ring
Gotta go and chase a check, bitch that is my job
I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (nah-nah), give you bread (nah, nah)
See, I don't do that in my car
Laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah)
Laid back getting neck in the double R (na-na)
Laid back getting neck in the double R (oh, yeah)
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah (na-na)
She said she want a rockstar (double R), yeah
She wanna be a popstar (double R), yeah
Folded in the double R (double R), yeah
Rich sex in the double R (ooh, yeah)
(Double R)
(Double R)
(Double R)
Ooh, yeah
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Durk Banks, Sean Stein, Nye Lee, James Royo
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