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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt OX
Matt OX
Vocals
Real McCoy
Real McCoy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Grau
Matthew Grau
Composer
Valee Taylor
Valee Taylor
Composer
Connor Joseph McCoy
Connor Joseph McCoy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Real McCoy
Real McCoy
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Todd Norman
Todd Norman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rogers Lawrence
Rogers Lawrence
Recording Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey McCoy
(I get my work from a Narco)
Walk out Gucci, walk in Louis
Walk out Gucci, it's racks on my feet
Walk in Louis, it's racks on my jeans
I'ma ball with a butt, I just ball with the green
Can't stop buyin' the mall, man, I feel like a fiend
[Verse 2]
Check look like a pretty penny (Like a pretty penny)
Neck broke, chain was too heavy (It was too heavy)
Tryna chase the clout, you boys is too petty (You is too petty)
I'm tryna chase a mil, I need all the fetty (All the fetty)
You not my slime, my boys is way too slimy
Get a bag, I heard you already thirty
And it's so sad
'Cause I remain while you ain't earnin'
Started to stack
When my mama stopped givin' me money
Stopped doin' allowance
'Cause that was lil cash to me
[Verse 3]
Walk out (Walk) Gucci (Walk), walk in (Walk) Louis
Walk out Gucci, it's racks on my feet
Walk in Louis, it's racks on my jeans
I'ma ball with a butt, I just ball with the green
Can't stop buyin' the mall, man, I feel like a fiend
[Verse 4]
I'm in Louis Vuitton, that's two different browns
My exotic sound like it's two different sounds
I might put that bitch in a Versace gown
I spent seven thousand, it's Ricks on my trousers
I put thirteen racks in my motor, it's louder
It's ice on my t shirt but not from my icer
I don't got no wifi, I'm still servin' Hi-tech
I painted my photo and took off the labels
My other bitch spun like I'm John Leguizamo
I'm in a Chevy, bitch, but it's not a Lawndale
My Balmain look like I bought these from a yard sale
My driver seat back like I'm sitting in a lounge
My bitch stomach flat like it keep losin' pounds
I got two different apartments, that's two different nouns
I'm in David Yurman, cost eight hundred pounds
I swim with my bitches, but I never drown
I'm rockin' Yves St. Laurent coat like first down
[Verse 5]
Walk out (Walk) Gucci (Walk), walk in (Walk) Louis
Walk out Gucci, it's racks on my feet
Walk in Louis, it's racks on my jeans
I'mma ball with a butt, I just ball with the green
Can't stop buyin' the mall, man, I feel like a fiend
Written by: Connor Joseph McCoy, Matthew Grau, Valee Taylor
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