Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Chip Cannon
Chip Cannon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(M-M-M-Murda) Runnin' up this money been a breeze (Phew) Flew her in, she fuck me 'til she leave (Uh) She done fell in love, I'm sellin' dreams I done fell in love with buyin' jeans (Jeans) Hate I found a love for sippin' lean Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagon with no key Put baguettes in my AP, I ain't on playin' about they beef Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me Had to make myself a boss, it ain't no nigga workin' me I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me Know they hate the way it happened Probably somewhere cursin' me I don't know nothing 'bout no killin' All I know is murder beats I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace I put diamonds in my teeth Came from grindin' in the streets Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall They need they freedom (Free y'all) When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me) Once it's up, it's stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles She keep sayin' I'm the man, that shit boostin' up my ego Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I'm just sayin' (Yeah) How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin') Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg) Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets) I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don't dance Rings on my hand cost a fortune Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?) D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp) Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors) And I got the swag for a loyal ticket Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Kill him" (Kill him) Know she'll forgive me, I'm one of the real ones Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em) Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em) I don't know what happened, all I know is he got hit up I'ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV's lit up I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up) We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up) Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah) Nigga, what you bangin'? What you claimin'? Throw that shit up (4, Baby) How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'? Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet All I know is put it up and keep on workin' I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded Devil on my shoulders God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah
Writer(s): Shane Lee Lindstrom, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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