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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yessir
Big bank on me, bitch, bunch a pop shit
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit
Pull the whip out the garage for the camera flicks
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks
A pound a purp, and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit
That choppa worst, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich
Now, now we filthy rich
[Verse 2]
Rich ****, but I need a rich bad bitch
Make a broke **** sick and pay a broke bitch brack
I'm a trap ****, bitch, I ain't yo fuckin' Clark Kent
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench
Way up top, don't fuck with many, smokin' green, not the Grinch
When you gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them rings on my fist and put some Celine on my bitch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag, take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash that's a lick
They got stripes, wrong or right, they gon' blast with the shit
Fuck the task, make 'em mad when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and brought lines for your ho
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing that's left is change at the store
They know the gang, they don't even ask the names, where we go
From the North, used to kick a do', it was me and Joe
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the TEC, it was me and set
A **** did a lotta shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that
I don't post a lotta shit 'cause I don't like the internet
And these **** ain't stoppin' shit, it's free smoke
They can catch contact
You lookin', it ain't hard to find, wearin' all these chains
And these baguettes
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures, when these **** post every pic
No cap
[Verse 3]
Rich ****, but I need a rich bad bitch
Make a broke **** sick and pay a broke bitch brack
I'm a trap ****, bitch, I ain't yo fuckin' Clark Kent
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench
Written by: Daryl McPherson, Kirsnick Khari Ball
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