Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Vocals
Mitch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
JORDAN GREGORY MITCHELL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitch
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I know, I know
[Verse 2]
I know I'm off the four, yeah I know
Yeah, I know I'm moving real slow, I know I got your hoe
I know I'm off the four and I'm slow
I know that Rollie rose gold (It's time)
I know I got your hoe
[Verse 3]
I had to go back to my city one time
Tell 'em hating **** that I made it, on God
Oh shit, I got a couple million in the bank
Oh shit, I'm tripping, I ain't got a fight a thing
All my **** gettin' guala on this side
All my **** got the bread and we down to ride
Oh, 400, what the fuck it do?
I done got a couple bands, a new shoe
I ain't gotta wear designer
But I still keep a burner, Timmy Turner
All these bitches, yeah they tripping 'cause I'm on
They don't wanna show me love but it's cool
Hey, oh, on God, I've been on the same shit all my life
On God, I've been on the same shit all my life
[Verse 4]
I know, I'm off the four, yeah, I know
I know I'm moving real slow, I know I got your hoe
I know, I'm off the four and I'm slow
I know that Rollie rose gold
I know I got your hoe
[Verse 5]
I know, back then, they ain't want me, Mike Jones
Now I'm hot, they all love me, Mike Jones
Fuck 'em up, he lost all the way, Mike Jones
I know, got drunk with your hoe
I don't want her, get ya hoe
"YG, what you gon' do with that dough?"
Take all my **** to Mastros
You should know how it 'bout it go when I come through
Hunnid deep, if I don't like you I'ma confront you
Pull up like Pac, middle finger out the sunroof
Pull up like Biggie in your city, what you gon' do?
If **** wanna play, we could play
If **** wanna play, we could play
I did it without Dre, I did it without Jay, I did it without Ye
What the fuck could y'all say?
[Verse 6]
I know, I'm off the four, yeah I know
Yeah, I know I'm moving real slow, I know I got your hoe
I know, I'm off the four and I'm slow
I know that Rollie rose gold
I know I got your hoe
[Verse 7]
I put your bitch in Givenchy, I make your bitch call me "papi"
Fuck her on top of the 'Rari, get that bitch acting so naughty
I put your bitch in Céline, I put your bitch on the team
I hit your bitch in the backseat, I made your bitch Snapchat me
That pus'
[Verse 8]
I know, I'm off the four, yeah I know
Hey, I know I'm moving real slow, I know I got your hoe
I know, I'm off the four and I'm slow
I know that Rollie rose gold
I know I got your hoe
[Verse 9]
I know, I know I'm coming through strong
I know you ain't ever seen it all (She chose us, ****)
I got the whole clique gone (Chose us)
I know I got the Rollie rose gold (****, get your bag up)
I know I'm goals (Get your swag up, major swag alert)
I know your hoe won't go (Major bag alert, ****)
400!
MoneymakingMitch, what's happening though?
Written by: Jordan Mitchell, Keenon Jackson