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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gentuar Memishi
Recording Engineer
London On Da Track
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
We got London on da track
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
[Intro]
I need 2 vaults
With two cars
What that coupe cost?
Give that to ya
What yo' jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two
I'm the new Hulk
[Chorus]
Too much money, I need like 2 vaults
Stacks big and green
I call my pockets the new Hulk (Brrah)
We don't pay attention to no loose talks (Nah)
Shoot that chopper hundred times, had to let it cool off (Brrah)
Diamonds dancin' on me doin' the moonwalk (Drip)
Can't wear my AP, I had to let it cool off
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don't argue with these ****
We just let them tools talk (Brrah)
[Verse 1]
Hit yo' bitch and give her back
Now she yours again (She back yours)
Back to back in them Ferrari's
We stay horse playin' (Skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon' have corpse in
Harvard student doin' my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hunnids, bitch, I'm married to them
You see my ****?
Money and ice everywhere on them (Ice everywhere)
And we fuck each other hoe
'Cause we don't cherish them (That's a fact)
But we don't leak out that info
We can't embarass them (That's our cousin)
Can't leave the country but I got my beat from London
These **** talk but see me out and ain't on nothin'
**** ain't on shit
I'm in the studio, need a Perc'
Go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters
You got twenties, I got hundreds, ****
[Chorus]
Too much money, I need like 2 vaults
Stacks big and green
I call my pockets the new Hulk (Brrah)
We don't pay attention to no loose talks (Nah)
Shoot that chopper hundred times, had to let it cool off (Brrah-brrah)
Diamonds dancin' on me doin' the moonwalk (Drip)
Can't wear my AP, I had to let it cool off
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don't argue with these ****
We just let them tools talk
[Verse 2]
Wire two-hundred to Izzy, get my ice here (Overnight, overnight)
You **** plastic, y'all as real as Buzz Lightyear
To infinity and beyond
**** say he got that dope, then what the price is?
What the price is?
I doin't drink, but it's for sale, we got pints in
We got pints in
[Verse 3]
We got 'Tech in
We got Ac' in
Four, five bullets jammed in that Mac-10 (Brrt-brrt)
They don't check none of the artist, so I'm packin'
So I'm packin'
It's a problem and you see me, get it crackin' (Shoes off)
Eighty-two-twelve, bitch, what's brackin'? (What's good?)
I might be in that Escalade, but I ain't lackin'
Know it's on me
Put that bag on you and act like I ain't know what happened
That's straight up
Out here, the story be like, damn, that was tragic
That's fucked up
[Chorus]
Too much money, I need like 2 vaults
Stacks big and green
I call my pockets the new Hulk (Brrah)
We don't pay attention to no loose talks (Nah)
Shoot that chopper hundred times, I had to let it cool off (Brrah-brrah)
Diamonds dancin' on me doin' the moonwalk (Drip)
Can't wear my AP, I had to let it cool off
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don't argue with these ****
We just let them tools talk
[Verse 4]
Lil Boat
I'm still under twenty-one so I can't cop a pistol
But them choppers in my name
And they can't wait to hit ya'
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes
Carat cake around my neck, VS1 no crystals
Extended magazines
Chauffeured limousines
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean
Sixty-five thousand dollars in a **** jeans
Ball like Sefolosha
Skrrt the Testarosa
**** all about the guap, like a stockbroker (Yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin', no damn focus (Grrah)
Every bitch I ever fucked with, was mad older (For real)
Had to keep the shit player like the OG Yoda (Gang)
Lil Boat
[Chorus]
Too much money, I need like 2 vaults
Stacks big and green
I call my pockets the new Hulk (Brrah)
We don't pay attention to no loose talks (Nah)
Shoot that chopper hundred times, had to let it cool off (Brrah-brrah)
Diamonds dancin' on me doin' the moonwalk (Drip)
Can't wear my AP, I had to let it cool off
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don't argue with these ****
We just let them tools talk
Brraah!
Written by: Demetrius Sims, Aubrey Robinson, Kevin Andre Richardson, London Holmes, Kendall Bailey