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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riko Redz
Riko Redz
Lead Vocals
Bexi Bape
Bexi Bape
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Ganton
Joshua Ganton
Composer
Leo Masi
Leo Masi
Songwriter
Rebecca Marissa Romero
Rebecca Marissa Romero
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bexi Bape
Bexi Bape
Mixing Engineer
KeyAno Beats
KeyAno Beats
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Man I need yall to catch up I need yall to speed it up Ain't nobody doing it like me Ain't nobody doing it her Ain't nobody doing it like us Tell em Bexi Going fast in my car Like a shooting star Don't got a lot of time to waste And I'm sorry for the wait Got a one track mind Shining bright, I might leave you blind Got to balance the lows so I just blaze Never know who's gonna be in first place I'll be the first, yeah, I ain't coming in last Bout the haters, I couldn't care less 24/7, I ain't havin no rest Cause I'm on my grind, ten toes Peep the way that I stack dough Taking off like Astro To the facts, it's my show All the talk behind my back, it's getting quieter I ain't ever going back kuz I'm a fighter Went from rags to riches Now I got a big business Puttin em hoes in their feelings In a Rarri straight from the dealers, yeah I remember when nobody believed in me Guess now I'm shutting their mouth I been askin em leave me in peace So that I could turn my life around And that's what I did I done built it brick by a brick From all of that bullshit I'm sick Every move that I making is slick Yeah! They can't ignore that I'm poppin Blowing up like a rocket Ain't nobody can stop me Beat em up like I'm Rocky Sorry if I'm too cocky, really don't give a damn Hundred hoes in my DMs but I'm off of the gram Ooh-ohh, feel like I'm in space Ooh-ohh, I can't feel my face Ooh-ohh, feel like I'm in space Going fast in my car Like a shooting star Don't got a lot of time to waste And I'm sorry for the wait Got a one track mind Shining bright, I might leave you blind Got to balance the lows so I just blaze Never know who's gonna be in first place They try to take shots at me but they missin I say when I'm talking, you better listen Look at my wrist, yeah, my diamonds glistenin I ain't ducking no beef but they keep on hissin I dare anybody to try me Come prepared for a damn Tsunami I got a fire inside me I got a Yeah! Gotta put the food on the table So I keep my foot on the pedal All these fuckers ain't on my level I'm on the top, need me a gold medal I'm putting that work like an athlete Blood, sweat and tears That's what it takes to make it I won't ever be fakin, on God Those who do are forsaken And I ain't gonna be one of em And I ain't gonna be one of em Came in the game, now I'm runnin it Came in the game, now I'm runnin it In a brand new two-seater Passing by, they can't believe it In the right seat got an eater And my neck wetty, Aquafina Going fast in my car Like a shooting star Don't got a lot of time to waste And I'm sorry for the wait Got a one track mind Shining bright, I might leave you blind Got to balance the lows so I just blaze Never know who's gonna be in first place
Writer(s): Joshua Ganton, Leo Masi, Rebecca Marissa Romero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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