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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacquees
Composer
Derez Lenard
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Terrell Davis
Composer
Jeffrey Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London Holmes
Producer
Kyrill Bozhko
Mixing Engineer
Fareed Salamah
Mixing Engineer
June Jonez
Engineer
Scott Crawford Jr.
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah (Rich Gang)
Word, Jacquees, Young Stunna, baby I'm the third
And I'm a threat ****, Ralo
What?
(We got London on Da Track)
Famgoon
[Verse 2]
Came up I done did it (I done did it)
Push your cap back, no fitted (No fitted)
That bank roll, gotta get it (Gotta get it)
I ain't taking these **** serious (**** serious)
I got cash money, no limits (No limit)
Tie that flag round me, this that scrimmage (This that scrimmage)
We done been down for a minute (For a minute)
I done been down, now I'm living (Now I'm livin')
I'm still riding with the boys (The boys)
Still riding with the toys (The toys)
We'll pull up on you (Oh)
Don't make us pull up on you (Oh)
Now everything I got I own (Oh)
These bad bitches catching on (Oh)
Fast money and it's long (Oh)
I got big money like a phone (Oh)
[Verse 3]
I got that money, I got that bag, I got that cash
Don't get him mad, he gonna blast, where are they at?
All of these **** been hating on us
I think they mad 'cause we making them bucks
Who give a fuck, who give a fuck?
We gonna light one of these **** up
Came up, I done did it, Ralo done fucked up the city
All of my **** be with it, none of my **** ain't quitting
All of them people gon' feel me, all of them people gon' hear me
Ralo done stepped in the building, yeah
I miss the dog food, it made me a millionaire
[Verse 4]
Came up I done did it (I done did it)
Push your cap back, no fitted (No fitted)
That bank roll, gotta get it (Gotta get it)
I ain't taking these **** serious (**** serious)
I got cash money, no limits (No limit)
Tie that flag round me, this that scrimmage (This that scrimmage)
We done been down for a minute (For a minute)
I done been down, now I'm living (Now I'm livin')
I'm still riding with the boys (The boys)
Still riding with the toys (The toys)
We'll pull up on you (Oh)
Don't make us pull up on you (Oh)
Now everything I got I own (Oh)
These bad bitches catching on (Oh)
Fast money and it's long (Oh)
I got big money like a phone (Oh)
[Verse 5]
Designer on my (Designer on my)
Got me sliding on my (Sliding on my)
Got me riding with my (Riding with my)
Fifty times with my (Times with my)
It's do or die with my (Do or die with my)
And if you play, you know we ridin', suicide for now
Bad bitch with no talking, that four-four will go barking
Them pussy **** start talking, them pussy **** we chalkin', yeah
Candy paint on them boys, got them hollow tips for that noise
My little one kept it so silent, **** he's G'd up on that charge, brrat
[Verse 6]
Came up I done did it (I done did it)
Push your cap back, no fitted (No fitted)
That bank roll, gotta get it (Gotta get it)
I ain't taking these **** serious (**** serious)
I got cash money, no limits (No limit)
Tie that flag round me, this that scrimmage (This that scrimmage)
We done been down for a minute (For a minute)
I done been down, now I'm living (Now I'm livin')
I'm still riding with the boys (The boys)
Still riding with the toys (The toys)
We'll pull up on you (Oh)
Don't make us pull up on you (Oh)
Now everything I got I own (Oh)
These bad bitches catching on (Oh)
Fast money and it's long (Oh)
I got big money like a phone (Oh)
[Verse 7]
Young Soul, Rich Gang, ain't shit changing my chain
Got your girlfriend screaming my name, she down to smash my gang
J-SOUL from the six, two months ago I didn't have shit
Now I'm richer than a bitch and I shit gold bricks
And my bad bitches come with twins, yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Verse 8]
I came up a long way from sleeping on the floor in public housing
Remember them bitches wouldn't give me no play
Now I cannot keep them from 'round me
Bitch mention me, she get pounded, I want her head like a bounty
Used to be starving now I swear I want it all
That comes with the bread like a sauce, Derez De'Shon
[Verse 9]
Came up I done did it (I done did it)
Push your cap back, no fitted (No fitted)
That bank roll, gotta get it (Gotta get it)
I ain't taking these **** serious (**** serious)
I got cash money, no limits (No limit)
Tie that flag round me, this that scrimmage (This that scrimmage)
We done been down for a minute (For a minute)
I done been down, now I'm living (Now I'm livin')
I'm still riding with the boys (The boys)
Still riding with the toys (The toys)
We'll pull up on you (Oh)
Don't make us pull up on you (Oh)
Now everything I got I own (Oh)
These bad bitches catching on (Oh)
Fast money and it's long (Oh)
I got big money like a phone (Oh)
[Verse 10]
Yeah, Beezo, get them fuckin' straps
Fuck what's brackin' ****, what's brackin ****, baow, yeah
(Rich Gang)
Aye Ralo
Get them **** and them bags
B-Tow, B-Low, fuck 'em
Derez get the two-two-three, you understand me?
I got the forty cal and the double old school Uzi, you understand me?
Spark nothin' but them lights boy
Empty your motherfuckin' safe ****
Baow, baow, baow, yeah
J-Soul, T-Dot
Brrat, brrat
Big money no talkin', yeah, them pussy **** we chalkin', yeah
Rich Gang lifestyle, hustle ****
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Derez Lenard, Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax, Jamal Levord Morris, Jeffrey Edwards, London Holmes, Terrell Davis
