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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jamie Ray
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie Ray
Composer
OG Parker
Composer
Kentrell Gaulden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah
When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options
Now I got options
Bh I'm popping chunky pockets
Doing big things
Y'all can't copy, Y'all can't stop me
Too many straps, too many rockets
Y'all can't pop me
No, I don't ask for approval
If I want that st, I get that st
No, that ain't your wifey
I just hit that bh, I hit that lick
She threw me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bh
I know that imma get it back
So all I do is spend that st.
Ouu in the .
I'm up in the lobby ouu
Live fiesta like R Kelly boo and Gotti ouu
That lil bh I swear she got a fg body, ouu
Your chick staring hard
I swear that she a thotty, ouu
Y'all can't catch up
Bh I messed up
Roll that pressure
On my dresser
Y'all just cheesy
I got more cheese than Chesters.
Y'all fakers here y'all green
I got more green than lesters, ouu
Two chains on m looking like a walking check
Try to hit a lick and we go off the tek
Play around with the set and we go off the tek
You go walk the plank
You going off the deck
Shout out to my home team
Winter Haven bh
Moved out to the A so we can make it bh
Fk em, fk em all they do is hating bh
Yeah, I get paid in full like money making mitch
I'm a dog but I ain't known to juice and gin
Anything I did I prolly do it again
Free my brother Crazy G locked in the pen
2019 we gon blow .
When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options
Now I got options
Bh I'm popping chunky pockets
Doing big things
Y'all can't copy, Y'all can't stop me
Too many straps, too many rockets
Y'all can't pop me
No, I don't ask for approval
If I want that st, I get that st
No, that ain't your wifey
I just hit that bh, I hit that lick
She threw me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bh
I know that imma get it back
So all I do is spend that st.
Making plays on my iPhone
Chanel bitches way from over coast
How I came up, they will never know
I was broke now I got plenty dough
When it comes to that check I be feening
In the Corvette when I leave I be spinning
Open the hi tek and pour in the lean
My diamonds they wet water Aquafina
I got on all red like i'm a demon
Going on the road I be chasing that money
Shining every time you see me
I keep a gun, no you ain't taking nothing
Handle money like a bank teller
I rather . I get it Margiela
I be running with some cold slippers
I go to war with any nigga
Stacking money and my sack bigger
A lot of racks in my Gucci dub
I wrote and I gave a check to my nigga
NBA...
When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options
Now I got options
Bh I'm popping chunky pockets
Doing big things
Y'all can't copy, Y'all can't stop me
Too many straps, too many rockets
Y'all can't pop me
No, I don't ask for approval
If I want that st, I get that st
No, that ain't your wifey
I just hit that bh, I hit that lick
She threw me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bh
I know that imma get it back
So all I do is spend that shittt
Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Kentrell Gaulden, James Elkins
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