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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angad Bains
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2]
I got me some twins, identical (What)
How could I crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
I count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's a igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100 when there's nothin' to do
Pussy on drip, tell her "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks gon' need stairs (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her lips (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Ooh)
[Verse 3]
I'm fuckin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich (Ooh)
I told her "I'm keepin' it rich" (Ooh)
Yeah, bitch, I cannot
I fucked you 'cause you a lil' thot, thot
I came with two 9's like I'm Rondo
Then I hit the 9 with the jackpot
Yeah, I got the crockpot
Yeah, I'm smokin' like magma
[Verse 4]
I got me some twins, identical (What)
How could I crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
I count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's a igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100 when there's nothin' to do
Pussy on drip, tell her "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks gon' need stairs (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her lips (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Ooh)
[Verse 5]
Pull off in the Lambo quick (Skrrt)
Hunnid' racks and a TEC in this bitch (What?)
Quarter million my necklaces
Tell your bitch to stop textin' me (Bih)
I been livin' so reckless (So reckless)
I done crashed the Bentley (Skrrt)
But my pockets ain't empty
Why are you flexin'? It's rented (It's rented)
I might do the whole dash fasho (What?)
The McLaren got suicide doors (Suicide doors)
I'm payin' cash, no lease (Lease)
She keep the pussy on fleek (Fleek)
She keep the Gucci on fleek
I fuck her, it's nice to meet (Yah)
No, you can't get a bite to eat
Chase the check, I don't like to sleep
[Verse 6]
I got me some twins, identical (What)
How could I crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
I count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's a igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100 when there's nothin' to do
Pussy on drip, tell her "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks gon' need stairs (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her lips (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Ooh)
[Verse 7]
You couldn't even afford a T-Rex
Got pointers in all the Rolex
She swallow that shit in her neck
I fuck on her good on the X
But the police was tryna arrest
Tryna make a rich **** stressed
Yeah, I'm drippin' like sweat
Drippin' like sweat
**** ain't drippin' like that
**** ain't drippin' like that
Put 200k in the bag
Pull out the latest Maybach
YSL ain't goin' out sad
We on the map
Ride with that stick on my lap
These lames ain't givin' me dap
You need to get rid of the cap
[Verse 8]
I got me some twins, identical (What)
How could I crash the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
I count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (Fall through)
Pinky ring, that's a igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a 100 when there's nothin' to do
Pussy on drip, tell her "Fall through"
I'm fuckin' this bitch on the bed (On God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (On God)
I'm countin' these racks gon' need stairs (On God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her lips (On God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (The kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (Yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (A 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (Ooh)
Written by: Dimitri Roger, Jeffrey Williams, Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Sergio Kitchens, Tim Gomringer, Wesley Glass