Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Producer
Leo Goff
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Hey, it's Lil Kodak man
Yo, I'm fuck with real ****
I'm in the booth right now (Convict)
I take care and follow the rules man
We lil' more creative man we came here for ten racks man
I swear to God, man
Hey free my **** Cool, man
(Fellas, check, we all 'bout that muhfuckin' bread boy)
Get your ass, creek man
Look, Kodak
So much cheese, no not government (So much cheese, no not government )
We just hit a lick for ten bands (We just hit a lick for 10 bands)
But now I need a hundred grand (But now I need a hundred grand)
Got cookies like the gingerbread man (Cookies like the gingerbread man)
All these hundreds pop my rubberband (All these hundreds pop my rubberband)
Shut up, your irrelevant ass (Shut up, your irrelevant ass)
Make it rain call me thunder man (Make it rain call me thunder man)
Damn it where the weatherman at?
Trap money, Neiman Marcus
Two fifty in my pocket, I can buy a 'Rari
I'm young, black and rich
I know I'm a target
If I put my hands up
If they gon' shoot regardless
I just bought my sister that new Benz
This money turn your enemies to friends
Lil' bitch tried to chop me for the pussy
So I would never fuck that hoe again
Audemaur, **** I've been a star
Just bought another car
I been sellin' bricks so white and sour diesel out the jar
Cocaine had a **** far
All my dogs know who they are
All my plugs gon' bring they pack
All my hoes gon' play they part
I'm the weatherman, whatever man
Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe
I'ma change her life, fuck her then tell her she gotta go (Yeah, yeah, that way)
They like, "Gotti, where the forecast at?"
I predict a lot of snow coming in (With a Kodak)
So much cheese, no not government (So much cheese, no not government )
We just hit a lick for ten bands (We just hit a lick for 10 bands)
But now I need a hundred grand (But now I need a hundred grand)
Got cookies like the gingerbread man (Cookies like the gingerbread man)
All these hundreds pop my rubberband (All these hundreds pop my rubberband)
Shut up, your irrelevant ass (Shut up, your irrelevant ass)
Make it rain call me thunder man (Make it rain call me thunder man)
Damn it where the weatherman at?
You run up, I'm gonna bust your **** ass
That Kodak
He got so much damn swag
You always out your lane
Your pants sag
Lil' boy, you need to go to damn class
I just bought my mom a Louis handbag
I just run a Tommy hit for ten bands (For ten bands)
Lil' **** gettin' all the damn cash (All this damn cash)
So that why all you **** gettin' mad (All you **** mad)
No government a **** can't cheat
I was in the trap since elementary
Twenty caps, they call me Ali (Ali)
Might take another trip to Larry (Larry)
Filthy bitch, look at your damn feet (Look at your damn feet)
He come behind me on the banshee (Banshee)
Did I tell you what I hit for ten G? (Ten G)
Me and Jackboy we like Ed and Eddy ( Ed and Eddy)
So much cheese, no not government (So much cheese, no not government )
We just hit a lick for 10 bands (We just hit a lick for 10 bands)
But now I need a hundred grand (But now I need a hundred grand)
Got cookies like the gingerbread man (Cookies like the gingerbread man)
All these hundreds pop my rubberband (All these hundreds pop my rubberband)
Shut up, your irrelevant ass (Shut up, your irrelevant ass)
Make it rain call me thunder man (Make it rain call me thunder man)
Damn it where the weatherman at?
Written by: Ben Diehl, DJ Khaled, Dieuson Octave, Mario Mims