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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Mo$h
Yung Mo$h
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aj Channer
Aj Channer
Songwriter
Richard Markus Wicander
Richard Markus Wicander
Songwriter
Robert Edward Joyner
Robert Edward Joyner
Songwriter
Wesley Tyreece Merritt
Wesley Tyreece Merritt
Songwriter
Alejandro Luis Guerrero
Alejandro Luis Guerrero
Songwriter
Maximiliano Alberto Guerrero
Maximiliano Alberto Guerrero
Songwriter
James Clark Clifton II
James Clark Clifton II
Songwriter
Wesley Guenther Davis
Wesley Guenther Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Markus Wicander
Richard Markus Wicander
Producer
Robert Edward Joyner
Robert Edward Joyner
Producer

Lyrics

Unloaded a clip Hopped back in the whip Then copped me a zip Just filled out a slip It's ready to ship I'm making the flip Then back to the strip The squad is equipped We stacking the chips Yeah I got the drip She throwing it back I hit it I dip And now I'm back on one bitch On the track still talkin my shit Flexed up on the gram all you want with the chains and the bands Nigga that ain't it Now I'm back in yo bitch And I know you won't do shit She wanted a nigga That bust that shit down So I let her come ride on this dick I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah I pay no attention To haters no no I'm livin my life Like I'm Han Solo Rollin up the loud Cause the volume low low Stacking up the bands As I watch them grow I pay no attention To haters no no My money so long I'mma never go broke Remember back When I was livin low low Stacking up these bands As I watch them grow You salty lm lit Don't care if you rich End up in a ditch I'm swaggin you not Yo girl is a thot I hit it a lot Get out my face Get back in your place You been lost the race Now you've been erased Yeah without a trace There won't be no case They want to criticize Enemy in disguise I got no time for your lies Niggas be acting surprised Yeah just copped a foreign aye The engine is roarin yeah She left cause you borin aye Your game had her snorin yeah I pay no attention To haters no no I'm livin my life Like I'm Han Solo Rollin up the loud Cause the volume low low Stacking up the bands As I watch them grow I pay no attention To haters no no My money so long I'mma never go broke Remember back When I was livin low low Stacking up these bands As I watch them grow Gunsmoke Won't choke Witness the hunt on beast mode Watch this Unfold I'm bout to Lose all Control God mode Cheat code I got too many Freak hoes On one Let's go I'm boutta Be at yo front door Yeah Let me say something Let me talk to em Let me get up in they chest Let me culture them See the haters in the corner Don't bother them Eyes on me like Pac Ten toes down Imma rock Feds watchin nonstop Yo they watchin non stop I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah I'm on top of the world yeah Tell them again I pay no attention To haters no no I'm livin my life Like I'm Han Solo Rollin up the loud Cause the volume low low Stacking up the bands As I watch them grow I pay no attention To haters no no My money so long I'mma never go broke Remember back When I was livin low low Stacking up these bands As I watch them grow
Writer(s): Aj Channer, Alejandro Luis Guerrero, James Clark Clifton Ii, Maximiliano Alberto Guerrero, Richard Markus Wicander, Robert Edward Joyner, Wesley Guenther Davis, Wesley Tyreece Merritt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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