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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Gang
Rich Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mystikal
Mystikal
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composer
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Composer
Jordan Evans
Jordan Evans
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Producer
Jordan Evans
Jordan Evans
Producer
Ed Lidow
Ed Lidow
Recording Engineer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Recording Engineer
Sean Buchanan
Sean Buchanan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Mixing Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Engineer

Lyrics

Sitting on top of this motherfucking hill
Rich Gang
Fully loaded
Looking at life from a good year blimp, boy
Size me up, guarantee you gonna lose
From hundred to hundreds bills
Project like the high life
Straight from the ' of a murder, we call it jungle, ****
Pain came with this game
Young, rich, and wild
Famous and dangerous
And money was the motivation
We took the trips then came back and did the flips (*bird call*)
Fell in love with it
A bunch of **** getting it
Yeah, Rich Gang (stay popping)
We eat when we sleep, boy
Flashy lifestyle, boy, paradise on earth
Smoke all day, ****
Rich Gang, 100
Bitch, I slapped the fucker, crowded out the pistols
Shake the dog shitter, I ain't playing with you
I'm a constant rocker put it up your pussy poppin'
Seen that girl from Cancun, now the motherfuckers, they feel high
I got big ass houses, plenty calls
I'm a gorilla with, y'all **** spit monkey balls
I leave them a broken home, affected them collar bones
And a friend like Donkey Kong
You the global home system, most **** got chrome too
Don't fuck with the Don, cursing in church, telling you wrong, mister
Pull it out then get out in public, breathe to your face, ****, do it till you love me
If you can't open your pants, get up my ****, you showing that
Pull a confession, whole gang, stressing about that shit
Bring it on, get it over, I throw your ass all over
With and AT4 on my shoulder, that'll hold
Cop at ready, high five, ****?? runnin' up every block I walk
I spit fire every time I talk, fuck around, spit this shit off the wall
And knock all your eyebrows off
I'm fucking retarded, ain't no helping me
You ' either you leave, I'mma stay, you gonna be bleeding again
I'm holding your hand, this buzzer is friend, a **** keep taking them plans
This what the fuck I'm talking about right there, kid
You fucking killed them, immortalize them
Think they can open your casket up, ****, you sure was ugly
Did good, boss is gonna be happy
Everything is in your future, kid
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, Jordan Evans, Matthew Burnett, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Michael L. Tyler, Mystikal
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