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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Niaggi
Programming
Pilgrim
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Beck Norling
Songwriter
Gianni van den Brom
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
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
Niaggi
Producer
Pilgrim
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on
Bet you had to know I had put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo
Sipping on this codeine
A nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was having popo 'nem behind, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate
Inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh
Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy 'til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house, started in the bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AP bitch inside of the face
And I got the hood down, they riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on
Bet had to you know I had put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo
Balenciaga-wearin'-ass nigga
Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
Shit snatched now you want it back, nigga
I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga
Long johns right under the strap, nigga
That's for you staring ass niggas
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas
That's for you rat niggas
No, I can't do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
Fuck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on
Bet you had to know I had put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin' on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give 'n' go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain't playing no pretendo
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Rodrick Moore, Beck Norling, Gianni Van Den Brom
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