Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Hollmann
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
gin
Producer
Lyrics
I'm the goat, i get money
Put my fingers down her throat and she choke
She ain't ever had a man like me
Now i get her ass like "woah!"
She ain't ever had the gas like me
Yeah, we faded than a hoe
Yeah, it's eternal, yeah
Always chase the bag
And my bitch, she bad, yeah
I love money, i love fame
I love when everyone say my name
I love iced out gems, i love cuban chains
I love these drugs and bitches and i love the game
Diamonds on my wrist
Of course i'm gonna flex this shit
No wars when i walk through this bitch
It's me versus the world, i'd win
Indie artist just to prove that you could do this shit
Now every bitch i meet wanna taste me with her lips
Now every bitch i meet wanna suck this fuckin' dick
And i did all of this shit with no fuckin' management
Ten times out of nine
I'ma prove you wrong
If money is the prime
Then why you argue with a god?
Ten times out of nine
I set a new high score
Cherry lime sprite
Fill that bitch up with a fuckin' four
Diamonds on my wrist
Of course i'm gonna flex this shit
No wars when i walk through this bitch
It's me versus the world, i'd win
Indie artist just to prove that you could do this shit
Now every bitch i meet wanna taste me with her lips
Now every bitch i meet wanna suck this fuckin' dick
And i did all of this shit with no fuckin' management
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