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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Driggers
Songwriter
Narcos
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BricksDamane
Producer
Narcos
Producer
Lyrics
Went straight to the top like a fitted (top)
Still got some act in the fridge (act)
Pour up let's count up these riches (pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city
I told you that foreign wasn't rented (that foreign wasn't rented)
I can't fuck on no boring bitches (no boring bitches)
Young Gunna was born to get it
I gotta keep going in
Walk in that flame, make it storm again
When I see this bitch she pick up a ten
I fucked on her now I wanna fuck her friend (fuck her friend)
I'm popping that shit from above the rim
My drip with my crew and we love to spend (we love it)
Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again (Chanel)
Scoping the left with a FN
Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla (vanilla)
G5 we don't fly propeller (nah)
My coupe filled with paraphernalia (yeah)
My lil' brother keep a Beretta
Seem like they got a vendetta (yeah)
Pull up with them sticks in the shuttle (shuttle)
Put my momma in that new Gucci sweater (sweater)
They hate to see I'm doing better (yeah)
Went straight to the top like a fitted (top)
Still got some act in the fridge (act)
Pour up let's count up these riches (pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city (yeah)
I told you that foreign wasn't rented (that foreign wasn't rented)
I can't fuck on no boring bitches (no boring bitches)
Young Gunna was born to get it
Tell my lil' bro, don't panic (don't panic)
Every day, we gone ride with that static (that static)
Them big blue faces, I gotta have it (the blue faces)
I got carrots, but I don't see no rabbit (I got carrots)
I fucked that lil pussy and vanished (and vanished)
She say that Young Gunna a savage (a savage)
Still had racks when I walked outta Magic (racks)
Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace (I pulled it)
Turn the kid into a legend (I swear)
And I can't forget it (nah)
Rags to riches (rags)
Put that shit on in Givenchy
I shot it the last minute (last)
What, you thought a nigga wasn't with it? (What you thought)
I parallel park hop out dripping (out dripping)
Got drank in my cup, I keep sipping (keep sipping)
And my five gon' come with extension (yeah)
Went straight to the top like a fitted (top)
Still got some act in the fridge (act)
Pour up let's count up these riches (pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city
I told you that foreign wasn't rented (that foreign wasn't rented)
I can't fuck on no boring bitches (no boring bitches)
Young Gunna was born to get it
Writer(s): Mathieu Brunet, Sergio Kitchens, Charles Driggers, Benjamin Calame
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