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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
Vocals
Trouble Trouble
Programming
Money Musik
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Jordan Bacchus
Songwriter
Mohkom Singh Bhangal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NAV
Producer
Trouble Trouble
Producer
Money Musik
Producer
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances
I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Gave into my thoughts
I can't ignore these voices anymore
Pendant flooded with rocks
I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock
Chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable
Yeah, yeah
Pillow-talking your business to these bitches
You ain't one of us
Bitch start blowin' me kisses when
She heard me start my engine up
Ain't granting none of her wishes
Just because I got my money up
Got a big bag, you don't want smoke with us
Say you got money, you barely up
I'm givin' bitches pity fucks
I get a check and fuck it up
Hundreds stacked tall as a monster truck
I be the last one acting tough
We gon' shoot first and watch 'em duck
Been all in, I can call their bluff
Yeah, I done sold a lot of things
But I would never sell my soul (My soul)
Diamonds biting and I got a
Rollie yellow gold (It's gold)
I am not lying in the stories that I told
I ain't tryna fuck on a new
Bitch my bros don't know
Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances
I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Give into my thoughts
I can't ignore these voices any more
Pendant flooded with rocks
I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock
Chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable
Yeah, yeah
Pockets filled up with faces
I see dead people everywhere I go
Spend it but I work too hard
Just to waste it on a petty ho
Rockin' my closet
I can't tell you my favorite
I got plenty clothes
Got a big bag, got some bags of dope
I don't do it myself, but I got some coke
Protect my wealth, gotta check for the pole
If rap don't work, goin' back to the bowl
Say you real, you ain't solid though
Check the paperwork and you told
Yeah, grew up in the jungle
Now I'm leadin' a pack of wolves
When we come around
All your bitches gettin' took
All my haters keep getting madder
As they should
That's a good indication
That I'm doing good
Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances
I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Give into my thoughts
I can't ignore these voices any more
Pendant flooded with rocks
I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock
Chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Jordan Lloyd Bacchus, Mohkom Singh Bhangal
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