Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Performer
Wiz Khalifa
Performer
Ty Dolla $ign
Performer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Programming
Resource
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Composer
Michael L. Williams II
Composer
Cameron Thomaz
Composer
Aaquil Brown
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Composer
Jerami Davis
Composer
Braylin Bowman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Resource
Producer
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Recording Engineer
Source
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh huh (EarDrummers)
****, I got the black card, finna swipe this shit
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
[Verse 2]
This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds
Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach
I'm a triple OG, ****, twenty years and running
All my **** down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don't stand in line, I ain't never never had to wait
I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60's with this chick, tryna give my dick a hickey
Had to get it out the mud, no wonder why I'm filthy rich
And I'm running through this money
Like it don't mean nothing to me, I might
[Verse 3]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll buy twenty bottles at the club like it ain't nothing
Drop a hundred thou' like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll go and buy a brand new car like it ain't nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll go and buy a cougar bad bitch like it ain't nothing
Pull a hundred hoes, man, it ain't nothing
When you getting money, smashin', she don't say nothing
[Verse 4]
(Uh, Gang)
Pull up in the lowrider, two hoes behind us
Police say that they can smell it, but I make sure they don't find it
Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa 'bout his cash
'Bout to build another whip and I ain't even gotta brag
Three women got that bitch leanin'
Young Khalifa got the women screamin'
Done deal, done deal
When I pull up, it's a done deal
Lift the trunk, still rolling up
And I got one in the front, two in the back
Do what I want, don't need to relax
King of my city, I'm living to show 'em
I cannot be even, three wheelin' in traffic
This '61 I'm building 'bout to be a classic
I'm repping Taylor Gang, they asking, paper or plastic?
[Verse 5]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll buy twenty bottles at the club like it ain't nothing
Drop a hundred thou' like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll go and buy a brand new car like it ain't nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll go and buy a cougar bad bitch like it ain't nothing
Pull a hundred hoes, man, it ain't nothing
When you getting money, smashin', she don't say nothing
[Verse 6]
(Hey Mike WiLL)
(I gotta tell 'em something bruh, check this out)
Getting paid like ghost do
In the street, in the club too
Designer everything, Ric Flair
I can buy the rap game, brick fair
Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I'm in the finest car
Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts
Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon' keep me hard
Black car, better play it smart, ****, we in charge
Get paid, young ****, get paid
And I run the game like a fucking arcade
If we talking money, then I got a raise
Drink so strong, they think I got it laced
[Verse 7]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll buy twenty bottles at the club like it ain't nothing
Drop a hundred thou' like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll go and buy a brand new car like it ain't nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain't nothing
Bitch, I'll go and buy a cougar bad bitch like it ain't nothing
Pull a hundred hoes, man, it ain't nothing
When you getting money, smashin', she don't say nothing
[Verse 8]
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Written by: Aaquil Brown, Braylin Bowman, Cameron Thomaz, Jerami Davis, Jordan Houston, Michael L. Williams II, Tyrone Griffin Jr, Tyrone William Griffin