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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Nils Noehden
Songwriter
Nils Nöhden
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
BAINZ
Recording Engineer
Nils
Producer
Shaan Singh
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel 'cause she's bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
[Verse 1]
Rich **** shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to, uh, yeah
You my dawg till we dead, not a question
But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her
Half a million
I just did a warm up for half a million
Uh, uh, mmm, I could buy the buildin'
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can deck this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin'
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million
[Chorus]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel 'cause she's bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
[Verse 2]
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, ****, get back
Real dopeboy, don't know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee till I pass out
Went to sleep, 'partment, woke up in the paradise
**** stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right
They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on e'rybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
[Chorus]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter
Double C, no Chanel 'cause she's bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
[Outro]
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season (Bad, bad, bad)
**** never comin' out, then we leavin' (Bad, bad, bad)
How could **** take a loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm Lebron
Written by: Young Thug, Lil Baby