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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Vocals
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
ATL Jacob
Producer
Zeus Negrete
Recording Engineer
Miguel "wav surgeon" Correa
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hunnid million dollars, that ain't shit (to a hustler), pretty shit, I got 'em lockin' lips (yeah)
60 mill' in hunnids like I'm Nipsey, me and white boys talkin' billies
Nine Trey, brodie them some Billies, pretty shit, I got her rockin' Audemaur
Carbon fiber kitted, this a Spider, 2025, the Spec' a hybrid
ERD, the leather like a biker, coupe or Cupra truck, I'm indecisive
Brodie 'nem behind me in the strikers, they gon' handle bidness, never call me (frr, frr)
Lawyer adjacent, royalty like Saudi, free Lil Durk, hit Trump to get him pardoned (free Smurk)
Nasty shit, she feed me from the garden, body flawless, look like someone drawed her
I know this shit different, don't record it, million dollar niggas, I absorb 'em
Soaked up all the game and then I ran wit' it, police-ass niggas, they can't hang wit' us
Safe, but still in style, the Range a bulletproof, me and twin done had 'em, we identical (say twin)
30 hour flight, we on a island, grown man bidness, ho, you childish
Real Atlanta, I'm from Fulton County, no machine, we had to hand count it (frr)
Two M's for a show, nigga, ragers, slide my tongue from her neck to her naval
Bro gon' spend on his water, the navy, needed space, so I bought out the neighbors
I'm from the trenches, break bills, not no britches, I hit it, dismiss it, then dab like I'm Quavo (yeah)
Super hard on a bitch, I don't play, ho, Reposado me, she want Anejo
Somebody -, they want beef, I made a million off one skreet
I'm a legend 'round there, where I come from
Super smart, when it's time, I go dumb-dumb (dumb)
Come through trim on a bitch, I go too hard (whoo)
From the streets, out the zoo, we in your yard (zoo)
In my bag, stuffin' blues in the Goyard (cash)
In the coupe, off the ground like a go-kart (skrrt)
This ho don't got a heart, fucked the gizz-ang (ooh)
She go Coco Chanel, she insi-zane (coco)
Come and swim with some sharks, this ain't no tank (splash)
Set up trap by the Benz off the blizz-ane
Louis Vuitton vintage from the '90s (ah)
Infinity dipped in chrome like I primed it
Your bitch ain't comin' home, gotta find her
Don't check her phone and find out what your wife at (brr)
Paris Fashion Week, I'm goin' Eiffel
Money tall as Easy Money Sniper
Long live Takeoff, runnin' with the rifle (sniper)
12 found the strap, I had to bribe 'em
Pulled off doin' the dash, I burned the pavement
Cactus Jack the engine, got it ragin' (ah)
I been drippin' sauce, it turned to gravy
Told him, "Knock 'em off, I make you famous"
Bitch, my diamonds dancin', Usher Raymond
Why they wearin' shiestys like they dangerous?
Get defined, search him, he a stranger
How the fuck you be a Twitter gangsta?
Pocket full of four rings like I'm Audi
I want my bitches geek with me like Scotty (geek)
Give me some top, let me bless you about it
I told her act brand-new when she get that body (brand-new)
Glock got a box, call it Roddy (frr)
Quarterback Quavo, the Huncho got options (whoo)
I rep the hood when it's crowded (gang)
From the concrete like I'm Yachty (yeah)
I'm from the trenches, break bills, not no britches, I hit it, dismiss it, then dab like I'm Quavo (yeah)
Super hard on a bitch, I don't play, ho, right beside of me, she wanna lay, ho
Somebody -, they want beef, I made a million off one skreet
I'm a legend 'round there, where I come from
Super smart, when it's time, I go dumb-dumb (dumb)
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dominique Jones, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady
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