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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
Lil Baby
Vocals
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Sean Mula
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Glenn Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Segal Huredia
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He got rich in six months, how he do that?
I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that
We ain't goin,' your shit'll get blew back
Ya ass get whooped, said "Smoke?"
We can do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like who that? Your ho
These diamonds on me get your boo wet
She ate the D like she knew me
I'm the streets' hottest youngin'
She already knew that
[Verse 2]
We'll put a bitch up like a throw back
She mix the purp with the Moët, (Uh)
So many racks, like I grow it
Hit the stage, do my dance in this bitch like I'm Kodak (Uh)
Make him freeze like he took a Kodak (Freeze)
My lil' **** move on to my whistle
That bitch think I'm hot, sizzle
I'm a Pit, she told me her **** a Shih Tzu
I won't go back and forth with no rap ****
I got business to tend to
Too many racks to count, lil' **** I'll flip you
We'll fill him up with lead like a pencil (Brrt-brrt)
No diss, I'm tryna send a missile
I need M's, bitch, I'm on a mission
I'm with my, I'm with my my shooter
But I got a stick too, uh
He up, then I'm up in this bitch 'til it click, too (Bah)
[Verse 3]
He got rich in six months, how he do that?
I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that
We ain't goin,' your shit'll get blew back
Ya ass get whooped, said, "Smoke?"
We can do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like who that? Your ho
These diamonds on me get your boo wet
She ate the D like she knew me
I'm the streets' hottest youngin'
She already knew that
[Verse 4]
I say we gon' call that boy, 'Rich Youngin' (Rich)
He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let's go)
Ok, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah)
That lil' bitch talking shit, kick her out (Like, bitch)
I made my young **** do that
Go pull up and post up a pic at your house (Cheese)
Make 'em tag 'BDB' in the caption (Let's go)
Hit his ass with that stick, he come out (Ok)
I done went spent a lot of money with Johnny
I got a whole brick in my mouth (Yes sir)
My bitch get the money
Bitch, send the deposit, if you want my bitch to come out (No cap)
They wanna fuck me, Big 4, and my DJ
Throw my shirt at a ho, its on eBay
Windows down, the heat on on the freeway (Zoom)
I pull up with 'Rich Youngin' they holla, "That ****"
[Verse 5]
He got rich in six months, how he do that?
I keep my foot on they neck, but y'all knew that
We ain't goin,' your shit'll get blew back
Ya ass get whooped, said, "Smoke?"
We can do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like who that? Your ho
These diamonds on me get your boo wet
She ate the D like she knew me
I'm the streets' hottest youngin'
She already knew that
[Verse 6]
Baby, it's Baby and Baby and 4X
I ran that lil' shit up in no time
Puttin' dick in your bitch and we lock eyes
I'm so hot, start a fire when I walk in
Hit her friend, I ain't stop when she walk in (Yeah)
I can drop every month and go top ten
Make her do what I say
Let her get what she want
Bitch, you better shut up when I'm talking (Shut up)
Lotta cars, how the fuck I miss walkin'? (Nah)
I drop hit after hit, I don't miss (Never)
'Posed to be somewhere serving in one of them houses with pounds
How the fuck I get rich?
Who the hell said that life was bitch?
I got too many bitches, but one life to live
Fuck how they feel, if we got a problem
That money'll solve it
My dollars and followers match
I really started form scratch
Pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap
Influence the youngins to trap
Put my whole hood on the map
First, the water was tap
Now a jet for a nap
Now the motor in the back
Meet promoter with racks
Keep her head in my lap
And my hand on the strap
Ain't no dyke shit
On that Chief Keef
"I Don't Like" shit
Written by: Joel Banks, Khalick Caldwell, Lil Baby, Sean Mula, Taylor Banks