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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
30 Roc
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Terry Wallace
Terry Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30 Roc
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(30 you a fool for this one)
(Eardrummerz)
[Verse 2]
Lil Boat
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 3]
Burn his ass up like a skillet
All that shit talking online, gon' and kill it
Throw them legs up and I promise I'll drill it
Whip wasn't high enough I told 'em lift it
Check wasn't high enough I told 'em lift it
Bought bro a Rollie 'cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on I call that certificate
Where your money lil' ****?
Wearin' ten chains don't make your diamonds bigger
Look at my ring, that's a 80
Fuck up V Live when I'm bored with Lil Baby
Born in '97, my bitch from the 80s
She drive a young **** crazy
[Verse 4]
I'm from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (Come up off the freeway)
Money long as 6 Mile, fuck **** but you know I'm so Joy Road (Joy Road)
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (Grrah, grrah)
3 million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (Got that in gold)
Crib came with a sauna (Crib came with the sauna)
Beam came on the Mac (Beam came with the pow)
200 miles a hour (Skrrt-skrrt)
This a Hellcat not a Scat (Skrrt-skrrt)
We ain't cosignin' no rats, talkin' to the cops
Only time these **** state facts (Only time these **** state facts)
Leave a **** brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (Grrah)
[Verse 5]
We the young **** gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
**** in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch **** mad, well, so?
Huh, yeah, aye, we the fuckin' get money bros
[Verse 6]
Gotta get guap, gotta get it
Used to ride 'round baggin' hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose I'm super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic, ooh
Watch where you steppin'
Bang what you bang, ****, rep what you reppin'
Don't you dare ever doubt me with yo' left hand
Respect my pimpin' I'm ballin' like I'm Pippen
[Verse 7]
My Uber actin' so janky right now, bro, come pick yo' bitch up (My shit ain't workin')
You pull up on tip, I'ma headshot you then gotta pick yo' shit up (Booka-booka)
My diamonds so white, I was whippin' the dope, almost got it mixed up (Skrrt-skrrt)
I shaved off my firin' pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups (B-Boom-boom-boom)
[Verse 8]
We the young **** gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
**** in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch **** mad, well, so?
Huh, yeah, aye, we the fuckin' get money bros
Written by: Miles Parks McCollum, Samuel Gloade, Terry Wallace
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