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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
Bijan Amirkhani
Bijan Amirkhani
Songwriter
Justin Mitchell
Justin Mitchell
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Kuion Antonio Martin
Kuion Antonio Martin
Songwriter
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bijan Amirkhani
Bijan Amirkhani
Producer
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Mixing Engineer
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
Producer
Martin Sole
Martin Sole
Producer
Darkside3X
Darkside3X
Producer

Lyrics

I get paid to speak The labels send the invoice No time for niggas mad I'm ballin' like I'm James Harden I'm focused on these commas I'm so tired of dodgin' sentences I'm loyal to my homies and I'm richer than my enemies Told G-Man if we touch the top Then we won't see the bottom Concrete jungle, if it's meant Then we gon' see about it The streets, they need me That's the reason all my songs leak Christian Dior don't help me much Thеm demons on me (Nigga)Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yеah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah) I bought this watch to flex I can't tell the time on this bitch Up the wrist, Van Cleef When I hit, Plan B Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me E e E e E e E e Boot me up, don't slow me down Bought the rear-view camera Ain't like how it sound, ain't got the kit Wake up in the morning I pour this shit for breakfast I'm sippin' grits NoCap loud as me, yeah I'ma hide all the keys I'm ridin' in the Bent' to Veeze Hittin' shit like Austin Reeves I'm gettin' so tired of you niggas hatin' I went and turnt off fatigue Lil' bro still rock the CDL But he made that off a V Bought the car to flex I don't know the price of this shit Text the jeweler "meth," He put some ice on my wrist I sip Wock' and Tech I don't need no price of no Trish Won't see me lost for breath I save a life if you lick Cover my heart with Chrome Got that shit on like I'm Kent Lot of these niggas be buyin' pussy But I don't pay a cent Told a bitch we ain't goin' on no date Make her order carry-out Miss me with a wedding I left her naked at the Marriott (Nigga)Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah) I bought this watch to flex I can't tell the time on this bitch Up the wrist, Van Cleef When I hit, Plan B Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me E e E e E e E e
Writer(s): Justin Mitchell, Kobe Crawford, Bijan Amirkhani, Omar Guetfa, Rylo Rodriguez, Kuion Antonio Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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