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