Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell James Nichols
Composer
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
Kim Candilora
Composer
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taz Taylor
Producer
Edgard Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Maxwell James Nichols
Producer
KC Supreme
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I feel like a All Star
I been ballin' steady, tryna win, I ain't givin' up
A lotta **** hatin' on me, I don't give a fuck
I'ma keep on gettin' that bankroll, run it up
I'ma keep on gettin' that bag, **** know what's up
[Verse 2]
And we ain't worried about no ****
I just be worried 'bout my gang
I told these **** "Stay in your lane"
I told my **** "Stay the same"
And it was a dream just to double up
And it was a dream just to fuck it up
Now she fuck with me
**** in my own team wasn't fuckin' with me
Put my middle fingers up, hottest in the city
[Verse 3]
Walk on the scene
Peep my energy
You already seen they ain't fuckin' with me
Why you move funny?
Why you tryna fuck
When last year you wasn't fuckin' with me
Yeah, baby, you should know
Ain't no dummy
I don't even know why you playin' with me
I don't even know why you playin' like that
I don't even know why you playin' so wack
[Verse 4]
****, I'm talkin' that cash
I walked into Chase with the bands so fat
VLONE, the Off-White, it's flexin' so bad
I don't wanna talk you not talkin' 'bout racks
I don't wanna talk you not talkin' 'bout stacks
Your shorty on me and that bitch, she so bad
I had to dub her, I'm like "Shorty, my bad"
Bad, bad, bad
[Verse 5]
I feel like a All Star
I been ballin' steady, tryna win, I ain't givin' up
A lotta **** hatin' on me, I don't give a fuck
I'ma keep on gettin' that bankroll, run it up
I'ma keep on gettin' that bag, **** know what's up
[Verse 6]
And we ain't worried about no ****
I just be worried 'bout my gang
I told these **** "Stay in your lane"
I told my **** "Stay the same"
And it was a dream just to double up
And it was a dream just to fuck it up
Now she fuck with me
**** in my own team wasn't fuckin' with me
Put my middle fingers up, hottest in the city
[Verse 7]
Shorty up on me, she feelin' the water, my wrist
Yeah
Keep her from around me, you know finna slaughter your bitch
Ooh-whoa
She want the money and she see a young **** rich
Yeah
Straight from the trenches, but now my money legit
Ooh-whoa
Took us a while
But now everyone wrists is bust down
She in love with the style
Fell in love with the money, can't go down
Swear it took us a while
I done made it so far, they be like "How?"
I can't ever go down
I can't ever go down, down, down
[Verse 8]
I feel like a All Star
I been ballin' steady, tryna win, I ain't givin' up
A lotta **** hatin' on me, I don't give a fuck
I'ma keep on gettin' that bankroll, run it up
I'ma keep on gettin' that bag, **** know what's up
[Verse 9]
And we ain't worried about no ****
I just be worried 'bout my gang
I told these **** "Stay in your lane"
I told my **** "Stay the same"
And it was a dream just to double up
And it was a dream just to fuck it up
Now she fuck with me
**** in my own team wasn't fuckin' with me
Put my middle fingers up, hottest in the city
Written by: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr., Kim Candilora, Maxwell James Nichols, Tione Merritt, Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe