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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Composer
Andrew Eugene Vorobev
Andrew Eugene Vorobev
Composer
Samir Akhter
Samir Akhter
Composer
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Recording Engineer
ADHD
ADHD
Producer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Recording Engineer
Spaceking
Spaceking
Producer

Lyrics

Space' Okay (okay) Okay (okay) Yeah, we still rich forever Yeah (ADHD) I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (bitch) Quarter milli', need a rack lift My lil' nigga let the MAC rip Left a baby on her bottom lip (lip) Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip Pardon me, bought a Prada fit Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay Walk through in Egypt for 300 (300) Pull out a bed, then I sleep on it (I sleep on it) Pulled out my dick, and she eat on it (eat on it) She a lil' freak and she suckin', no teeth on it I was dead broke, had to sleep on the couch Pull out the Lamb' with the keys to the house On the way to your bitch, had to re-route (re-route) And the money keep comin' like, "Fuck a drought" (fuck it) Baguettes, baguettes Bitch, see my neck and my wrist, is she ready? Pop up on her, late night like Freddy I'ma cut the bitch off, machete My lil' nigga let the MAC rip Seen a opp, hit the whole clip Think he flexin', but this old drip I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips Blow a bag at Saks, can't go to Barney's I got too many racks on me (woo) I done said that my coupe is retarded Like damn, I can't even start it, valet can't park it (damn) Gettin' more bag than a market (bag) Put on his head, a target Nigga wan' run with the opps that he thought was the opps We gon' mop him and chalk him I been wakin' up to racks, bitch (bitch) Quarter milli', need a rack lift My lil' nigga let the MAC rip Left a baby on her bottom lip (lip) Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped Most of these niggas ain't real, can't trip Pardon me, bought a Prada fit Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay Okay (okay) Okay (okay) Okay (okay)
Writer(s): Dimitri Roger, Samir Akhter, Andrew Vorobev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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