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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
sonic
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
sonic
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He thought the money make you happy, it don't make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million
Rolled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much
Real steppers outside, they'll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain't got no bond
You can't walk inside my shoes like a sneaker tongue
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crêpe
I got some **** in the South, I sip on purple like grape
[Verse 2]
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life, I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes
I got gang gang, I got mob ties
I got Porsche with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I gotta grab dough
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce and that bitch match her toes
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice, I ain't even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin' fences
I was stayin' inside the church
I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions
Back in Genesis, I was the O.T. with the coco
She got a bangin' body, booty like a roller coaster
[Verse 4]
These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life, I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes
I got gang gang, I got mob ties
I got Porsche with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
Written by: Eric Anthony Sandoval, Rodrick Moore