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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
Chenzo
Chenzo
Programming
DxnnyFxntom
DxnnyFxntom
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, III
Songwriter
Vincenzo Donato
Vincenzo Donato
Songwriter
Daniel Aranson
Daniel Aranson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Recording Engineer
Chenzo
Chenzo
Producer
DxnnyFxntom
DxnnyFxntom
Producer
Drew Sliger
Drew Sliger
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Rajagopal
Ryan Rajagopal
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Come on, Chenzo, keep going, Chen) (Come on, Chenzo, yeah) Whoa-oh (yeah, yeah), whoa-oh (yeah, yeah), whoa-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, hahaha) I don't care what you gon' say, 'cause you just talking (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't care what you gon' say, 'cause you just talking (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) No, I don't care 'bout what you say Getting bread like every day Got that mask up on my face I won't never catch no case Text that girl and she like, "Hey Wan' come by my crib today?" And I say, "Yes, I'm on the way" Stop by the bank 'cause I got paid Okay, listen You said that you wanted static, so we're giving you smoke now Uh, I've been getting bored of music, I do not know how to cope now Sike, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch Know you hate 'cause my gang rich No cap, no kizz', no kizz', no kizz' I get my bread and stack my chips I might buy a house 'cause these niggas can't stop hating Got me in your thoughts, boy, I know you contemplating And no, you were not close to me, no, boy, you not adjacent I ain't never getting third or second, first is what I'm placing Bitch, I know you mad Bitch, I know you mad 'Cause I been in my duffle, uh I been in my bag Been getting cheese, no truffle Bitch, I been getting cash That boy gon' be in trouble You better save his ass That girl said I'm cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute Not saving you, you, you, you, you, you, you I tell the truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth Pull up and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot I stay with the gang, the faction What'd I say? I'm back in action Golden figure, never trapping Been locked in, you know I'm snapping I cannot fuck with the 12 or the cops That nigga federal, he is an opp I walk in the store and don't know what to cop Pull up on bro with a red aimed dot No, I don't care 'bout what you say Getting bread like every day Got that mask up on my face I won't never catch no case Text that girl and she like, "Hey Wan' come by my crib today?" And I say, "Yes, I'm on the way" Stop by the bank 'cause I got paid
Writer(s): Iii, Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt, Daniel Carter Aranson, Vincenzo Donato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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