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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Vocals
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Vocals
Obi Nwadije
Obi Nwadije
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Composer
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Ömer Uçar
Ömer Uçar
Songwriter
Ronald Spence Jr.
Ronald Spence Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
IDK
Producer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
Wonda
Wonda
Co-Producer
RONNY J
RONNY J
Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Jim Caruana
Jim Caruana
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Coo-coo (Hoo, hoo, hoo), oh
[Verse 2]
Ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy)
Ayy (Ayy), uh-huh, uh-huh, ayy (Ayy)
Hey (Ayy), yeah (Ayy), hey (Ayy), yeah (Ayy)
Hey (Ayy), yeah (Ayy), hey (Ayy), yeah (Ayy), hey
[Verse 3]
Mazel Tov to the gang (Gang, yeah) Livin' far from the lames (Lames)
Livin' out in the Hills (Hills) Jewish guys pay my bills (My bills, why?)
Jewish **** pay my tax (My tax) Over five-hunnid racks (Racks)
Uncle Sam need a slap, my new accountant need a dap (What?)
My new bitch need a bag (Bag) Who? Me? Huh, laugh (Laugh)
Bitch, you better save your money, get creative with the paper like arts and crafts (Crafts)
Bitch, I'm archin' backs (Backs) ****, I'm architect ('Tect)
****, I built this house all by myself (Coo-coo) Bitch, where was you at?
You was standin' in the back (Yeah) You was sittin' on another **** lap takin' pics (Yeah)
Duck face, quack-quack (Woo) You was never in the trap (Yeah)
You was livin' in the dorm room, never, ever strapped (Yeah)
Jansport backpack, matter fact (What?) you was wack (Yeah)
Wasn't you? He was hacked (Yeah) Have bricks, you was Shaq
Lil' ****, fall back (Yeah) You cap, cap, cap, cap (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Hey (Ayy, ayy), hey (Ayy, ayy)
Hey (Ayy, ayy), hey (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah (Ayy, ayy), hey, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah (Coo-coo, ayy, ayy, ayy), hey, yeah (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5]
My mom is my newest accountant, she busy countin' my thousands
I lost a lot of money, that was a downer (Yeah)
Whole fam in position of power, put riches in the community
And we started fixin' the product (What?)
Hey, steppin' on the scene with a couple of bands
Three hoes like I'm Santa (Ho, ho, ho)
Turnin' Jacob to a dentist
My money Stormi, make it rain like Kylie Jenner (Woo)
When I'm on the mic and I spit that rap, I'ma kill the track (Ah, ah)
A$AP, I put New York on my back (Yeah)
Tesla Cybertruck up on the dash (What?)
Hundred bitches badder than Stacey Dash, they gettin' mad
I'm their lord, I hear all the chats (Woo)
They call on me, but I don't call 'em back
I bark like a Que while you kappa cap
AKA with the AK, she rat-a-tat-tat-tat
[Verse 6]
Hey (Ayy, ayy), hey (Ayy, ayy)
Hey (Ayy, ayy), hey (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah (Ayy, ayy), hey, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah (One, two, ayy, ayy), hey, yeah (One, two, three, ayy, ayy), hey
Written by: Darold Brown, Jason Mills, Ronald Spence Jr., Ömer Uçar
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