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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devant Wilkes
Devant Wilkes
Songwriter
Fallwood
Fallwood
Songwriter
Kie Carson for Hamsquad Inc
Kie Carson for Hamsquad Inc
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Nash
Ray Nash
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Fallwood
Fallwood
Producer
Goose
Goose
Producer
Kie Carson for Hamsquad Inc
Kie Carson for Hamsquad Inc
Producer
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Recording Engineer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Goose with another one) Currency chaser, I'm a currency chaser Currency chaser, I'm a currency chaser I'm on every radar, I get money, I got a chase I been humble for too long, running out of patience I ain't never been a worker, I ain't never been lazy Go get your gun, don't do no playing, I'm gon' blaze it Yeah, they thinking this prom 'Cause I pulled up in a Gucci blazer Yeah, these foreigns jeans I'm in a skinny 'causе I got tailored Yeah, Chrome Hеart bifocals I'ma hit her raw when I stroke her Came in blazing, not no strokers Eat my main bitch up like a yogurt 43 in foreign size I hear so many cries 'Cause I changed they life I'ma see you rise Yeah, I switched up the rise I'm getting a slice of the pie I'm living the American dream, I live life Asking why I get high Girl, 'cause I'm on a private flight Girl, I'm tryna protect your life Yeah, she gushy-gushy, know I'm Currency chaser, I'm a currency chaser Currency chaser, I'm a currency chaser I'm on every radar, I get money, I got a chase I been humble for too long, running out of patience I ain't never been a worker, I ain't never been lazy Go get your gun, don't do no playing, I'm gon' blaze it Yeah, they thinking this prom 'Cause I pulled up in a Gucci blazer Yeah, these foreigns jeans I'm in a skinny 'cause I got tailored I need the bitch like she rides Double, triple crossed like Kyrie Dissing me, we will, man, I ain't saving apologies My Jaguar truck a real beast I never fuck a wildebeast Paint the car green like an army Yeah, I kept it together, they tore me I'm just tryna show you I can run them bands up I'm just tryna see how many of these pussy boys gon' stand up Million shooters 'round me every time I fucking stand up No, I'm not from your city, I'm from Atlanta Told the girl stop playing, go and put top on me Believe in yourself and work hard, yeah, that's the recipe I got rockstar wasted, they had to carry me Carry the F&N clean, ain't got a case on me Currency chaser, I'm a currency chaser Currency chaser, I'm a currency chaser I'm on every radar, I get money, I got a chase I been humble for too long, running out of patience I ain't never been a worker, I ain't never been lazy Go get your gun, don't do no playing, I'm gon' blaze it Yeah, they thinking this prom 'Cause I pulled up in a Gucci blazer Yeah, these foreigns jeans I'm in a skinny 'cause I got tailored
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