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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Performer
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Composer
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Composer
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Composer
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Composer
Aleicia Gibson
Aleicia Gibson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Hit-Boy Yeah, I just ran a check up on myself Some days I just have to check up on myself (Yeah, I do) I'm so icy, got that GG on my belt (GG) Thank the Lord for my people and my health Lost a lot, but I came out with no L's Thank the Lord for my people and my health And a bitch fine as hell from my head down to my nails My man tripping 'cause I got another cell He still buy me YSL, I could get it by myself Fuck these niggas, I could get it by myself I could, I could, I could get it by myself Fuck these niggas, I could get it by myself I'ma get it by myself, yeah Feel like Ginger from Casino (Yeah) Aces up my sleeve though Right before I leave, ice that nigga like I'm Dino Think I'm part Italian, put that shit on Gino Snowflake my medallion, the skin on cappuccino I don't kiss and tell, keep your distance from myself Fettuccini with the snails in a 5-star hotel And I wish these bitches well when they wish for me to fail I might donate petty bills, they can't get it by they self (Bitch) That's why I treat my men good, but not too good I give them too much then they don't need me I give them just enough Hit-Boy Yeah, I just ran a check up on myself Some days I just have to check up on myself (Yeah, I do) I'm so icy, got that GG on my belt (GG) Thank the Lord for my people and my health Lost a lot, but I came out with no L's Thank the Lord for my people and my health And a bitch fine as hell from my head down to my nails My man tripping 'cause I got another cell He still buy me YSL, I could get it by myself Fuck these niggas, I could get it by myself I could, I could, I could get it by myself Fuck these niggas, I could get it by myself I'ma get it by myself, yeah I'ma get it either way, I don't even gotta say What I want, when I want, they just put it on my plate I could get it right away, take you through my day-to-day Wake and pray, make that play Guess I'm good, check out my place There's some hoes on the way, 'cause my bros on the way I got stones on my gold, I got loads in my safe Had a seven-figure summer so I'm putting on some weight Said a bitch getting thick, so I put it on display (Pop) See around here, I make a joke, everybody laughs I know I'm funny, but I'm not that funny Yeah, I just ran a check up on myself Some days I just have to check up on myself (Yeah, I do) I'm so icy, got that GG on my belt (GG) Thank the Lord for my people and my health Lost a lot, but I came out with no L's Thank the Lord for my people and my health And a bitch fine as hell from my head down to my nails My man tripping 'cause I got another cell He still buy me YSL, I could get it by myself Fuck these niggas, I could get it by myself I could, I could, I could get it by myself Fuck these niggas, I could get it by myself I'ma get it by myself, yeah This look like a man who was given an empire? No, I fucking built it, okay So don't walk in here with your fucking smug face, okay And tell me how to run my fucking corner Fuck you, fuck your mother, get the fuck outta here
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Dustin James Corbett, Diamonte Harper, Gino Borri, Aleicia Nicole Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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