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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peso Pluma
Peso Pluma
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Lab Cook
The Lab Cook
Songwriter
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Songwriter
Hassan Emilio Kabande Laija
Hassan Emilio Kabande Laija
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Lab Cook
The Lab Cook
Producer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(DJ Durel) Gotta flex a lot I was broke as hell walkin' 'round passin' CDs in the parking lot Now my lil' bitch want five racks for a new bag, is you rich or not? (Rich or not) Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah) Let me stop (hold on) Flexin' (flexin') Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice) I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (pregnant) Hold on (hold on), let me count it, give me a second (beep) Rich as hell Bad bitches, gotta duck 'em all, I done fucked 'em all, I can't kiss and tell (yeah) Baby mama steady trippin' on me, why she hatin' on me? Tell her go to hell (go to hell) Young nigga, I done ran it up, money too tall, I can't go to jail (yeah) Yeah, it was just me and Durel, yeah I had to grind for real Had to ride the train before I seen a mil' (mil') Wake up, I put on new Chanel (yeah) Left the house, couldn't leave my scale (uh) Left wrist like a hundred and twelve Mama mad, couldn't take the smell (mama) Too many racks, left a paper trail Fuck 12, I would never tell (fuck 'em) No deposit Ran me a check up, I bought a Masi' (skrrt) Start me a label, not Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti) I knock it out, she call me Big Papi (Big Papi) Flexin' So many diamonds, can't forget my bank account was on E (woo, woo) Look at my Cuban links, got me walkin' 'round with your bank account on me (rich) Flexin' (flexin') Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice) I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (pregnant) Hold on (hold on), let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep) Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK Sus culitos hacen "clap", rolando en un zig-zag Muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high No es el Phantom, Cullinan, voy tapado y no es Irak El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy Lo que una noche de morro soñó Algunas dicen que soy un fuckboy Fuck, no, no, no Ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio Esta niña en el trocón me la llevo y qué sé yo Lista pa' sacar la Glock Flexin' (flexin') Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice) I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (pregnant) Hold on (hold on), let me count it, give me a second (beep) Flexin' Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant Hold on, let me count it, give me a second
Writer(s): Dimitri Leslie Roger, Hassan Emilio Kabande Laija, Grant Dickinson, Daryl Mcpherson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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