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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kalan.FrFr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalan Montgomery
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bank Roll Got It
Producer
German "Jae Roc" Valdes
Recording Engineer
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
George Jenkins
Producer
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer
Diego Avendano
Producer
Earl Johnson
Producer
Germán Valdés
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
D-Diego
B-BANKROLL GOT IT
Real popstar, I pop my shit
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real nigga, love it when I talk like this
Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
I got bitches passin' out, man, I'm Mike Jack
VVS' in my mouth, yeah, I know she like that
Booty like she from the South, ooh, yeah, I like that
All these hunnids fallin' out my pocket, it be like that
I go put that pussy on private, that's a nice stash
Baby started talkin' 'bout a ring, I got side-tracked
Baby started takin' off her jeans, I did not ask
Yeah, when you really poppin', it be like that
Yeah, when you a private client, you ain't thinkin' 'bout no price tags
Yeah, if shorty want a bag, then you buy the bag
Made half a million last year, ain't take no advance
She know if she comin' to the crib, she ain't wearin' panties
She know I'm the realest nigga in it, I don't need a Grammy
Yeah, she wanna steal my kids, wanna steal a family
Yeah, she wanna drive the Benz, she wanna meet my granny
Lil' mama said she love me, I know she cappin'
Real popstar, I pop my shit
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real nigga, love it when I talk like this
Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
She know I'm a star, so she poppin' that shit
Lockin' that shit, droppin' that shit
Caught her in bodega, she was rockin' that shit
She know I'm a player
Every time I'm poppin' out, they know I'm poppin' paper
Ballin' like a-
You know why your hoe keep callin', I'm up
Star, I got all these hoes fallin' on us
Star, in my hood they know all about is
Right wrist poppin', left wrist poppin'
Necklace poppin', paper in my pocket
Baby, say cheese, paparazzi
Big body drippin' down all on my sleeve
Fresh as fuck, drippin' from my head to my feet
Popstar, these niggas don't pop it like me
Real popstar, I pop my shit
Real chandelier, my neck, my wrist
Real nigga, love it when I talk like this
Bad bitches love it 'cause I talk my shit
Bankrolls, got it, so I got my stick
Chandelier again, my neck, my wrist
Real rockstar, spent a grip on my fit
Real popstar, I be poppin' my shit
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Tae Riley, Dazmiere Johnson, Yoshiya Ady
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