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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Tyon Senior
Tyon Senior
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddha Bless
Buddha Bless
Producer
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shut the fuck up!
Yeah, mane
We still gettin' this paper
Buddah Bless this beat
Jet to a check, aw, hit it in cash, hit it n' dash
Flash, she a dancer
Stack it and fold em'
Forty-two acres, fuck on my neighbor
Told her don't say shit
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (Alright)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I'm stuck, yeah, feel no drugs, yeah
That's my love in a cup, yeah, keep it short, yeah
Got the dawgs in the cut, yeah
Really off balance, heard they got talent
Really ecstatic, moon walkin' backwards
Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet
Hit the flight attendant diamond status
Keep a actress on the addicts daily
Looking like Boogie Nights in the '80s, aye
Jet to a check, aw, hit it in cash (Yeah, ho!)
Hit it n' dash (Yeah, ho!)
Flash, she a dancer (Yeah, ho!)
Stack it and fold em' (Yeah, ho!)
Forty-two acres (Yeah, ho!)
Fuck on my neighbor (Yeah, ho!)
Told her don't say shit (Yeah, ho!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (Yeah, ho!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg, I'm stuck, yeah, feel no drugs, yeah
That's my love in a cup, yeah, keep it short, yeah
Got the dawgs in the cut, yeah
I go live like Kodak (Like Kodak)
**** keep dyin', fuck Xanax (Fuck that)
I kill shit, what's next? (What's next?)
Nick can't stop my flex (Can't stop that)
Stripper put it on her chest (Right there)
She don't even want no check (No check)
Got Cartier on me like Offset (Offset)
Ain't even gotta rap, ****, I'm set
Get to a check, yeah, yeah, I ain't even cash (I ain't even cash)
Fresh to death, lookin' like I stepped up out a casket (Out a casket)
I'm gon take my shot, you gon' pass it (You gon' pass)
My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie, but she nasty
I'm fucked up, stuck, still fill up a cup
Woke up like what the fuck is up, let's turn up, yeah
Fuck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs, let's turn up, yeah
Keep a torch, yeah, I'm a dog, you a mutt, yeah
Jet to a check, aw, hit it in cash
Hit it n' dash, yeah
Flash, she a dancer (Woo)
Stack it and fold em'
Forty-two acres, fuck on my neighbor
Told her don't say shit
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg, I'm stuck, yeah, feel no drugs, yeah
That's my love in a cup, yeah, keep it short, yeah
Got the dawgs in the cut, yeah
Written by: Jordan Houston, Travis Scott, Tyon Senior
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