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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Figurez Made It
Programming
Flexico
Programming
Dj Shawdi P
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Gonzalez
Songwriter
Joseph Nguyen
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Steven Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Figurez Made It
Producer
Flexico
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Dj Shawdi P
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, mhm, aye, big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ****
Murder, murder, murder keep my slugs, my ****
I was taught to never show no love, my ****
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilin'
Slidin' down Fairfax, ****, I was plottin' on a million
I want a billion, ****, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, perky, perky, dirty soda, aye
Only talk bags on the Motorola, aye
Push the Hellcat like an old Corolla, aye
I'ma let these racks talk for me, ****
Bitch and I ride with the shooters, aye
Made my cousin a killer
And at fifteen, I was neighborhood drug dealer
I'm so cold hearted I can't show no love ****
But I fucked that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian rugs", ****
Bought a new AP, it was fifty thousand total
It felt like the Flu Game, when I sold out The Novo
I had to finesse and get the bag I had mad dough, though
If he ain't tryna go get the safe I get it crackin' solo
[Verse 3]
Mhm, aye, big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ****
Murder, murder, murder keep my slugs, my ****
I was taught to never show no love, my ****
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilin'
Slidin' down Fairfax, ****, I was plottin' on a million
I want a billion, ****, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'
[Verse 4]
Bird Vision, Bandcamp
Had a bad bitch put a hundred thousand in her spandex
The hundred that made me a million, I got it laminated
Can't fuck with none of these broke ****, they contaminated
Thank God for all these blue faces, I barely done made it
Made forty thousand on New Years, took a private to Vegas
I been on promethazine so long when I'm sliding I'm faded
I've been tryna get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated
I been touchin' all these millions I know they gon' hate it
My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and I ate it
****, I been ballin' every season like Kobe with eight
All these **** gon' hate
I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this his bae
[Verse 5]
Mhm, aye, big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' ****
Murder, murder, murder keep my slugs, my ****, aye
I was taught to never show no love, my ****
Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilin'
Slidin' down Fairfax, ****, I was plottin' on a million
I want a billion, ****, so that's on God, I ain't chillin'
Written by: Cristian Gonzalez, Joseph Nguyen, Rodrick Moore, Steven Alexander