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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kapri
Bill Kapri
Songwriter
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Bacon and Popcorn
Bacon and Popcorn
Producer
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer

Lyrics

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Colors, colors, colors, colors Colors, Rollie different colors Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color Yeah, that pussy butter, she get it from her mother She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her She my baby, LOL, okay She like to go both ways, get high, geek up all day We fried, stay up all late, they mad 'cause they not paid Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad bitch, same color money And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money You know I finger fuck the hundreds You know I got them bitches comin' Know that one-point-five is nothin' Bought a castle, it came with a dungeon We got bad hoes, different colors We got foreign cars, different colors Colors, colors, colors, colors Colors, Rollie different colors Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color Say, fleek pussy on that red bitch look like my Cutlass I just made a move at Saks Fifth, I told 'em, "Run it" Yellow bitch so nice, gettin' to that bread, call her mustard Can't even swipe, I keep that Drac' Baby, I doubt you wanna be my runner I had jumped on a jet with the whole block to get to Houston With an old Glock 9 from a 2019 shoot Might fuck around, doze off, so I need a driver when I move I poured a whole Wock', I'm sippin' Tris and whoopty-woo Whippin' that coleslaw that don't look purple, it's really blue Knockin' these hoes off, you fallin' in love with tricks, so silly you Colors, colors, colors, colors Colors, Rollie different colors Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color
Writer(s): Jordan Jenks, Igor Mamet, Bill K. Kapri, Peter Jideonwo, Michael Lamar White Ii, Hunter Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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