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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DDG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Songwriter
Devin Miller
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Ugur Tig
Songwriter
Jonathan Michael Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devislit
Producer
Brandon Harding
Recording Engineer
Eddie Rosa
Mixing Engineer
Juan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ballin' since I was jit
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her with shit
Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this bitch (Devil this shit hard)
Car broke down, can't fix that shit
I cried at night, I'll admit that shit
O2, old, I'll whip that bitch
She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch
Old friends like, "How you get that lit?"
Same old me but they think I switched
Fuck old friends, I don't know that bitch
Racks too big, can't fold that shit
I ain't get nun' when I owned that shit
Momma I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say
Lot of square footage where DDG stay
Bought it in August I'm movin' in May
Hop out the foreigns and black is my race
No it's not rented, it's facts in the bank
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (yeah)
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini
Mhm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the rackets
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mhm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's
Back when I dropped, they don't post that shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I'ma note that shit
When I blow you'll owe me bitch
Humble ass nigga but I know I'm rich (yeah, rich as fuck)
Fuck that shit I know I'm lit
If we beef I fuck your bitch
All of the niggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they bitches and get 'em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
Do it in silence cause players' ain't in to that
No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
She said your dick game was so-so
And she had told me your bro-oke (that's tough)
I got a blicky it sit on my hip because L.A is tricky
They tryna come get me
Bought some Balenci's they don't even fit me
They 950 but fuck it no biggie
I'm with a biddie she tryna get busy
She kiss on my neck but I told her no hickey
Tryna get with me, I told her she silly
She just for the night 'cause my bitch is too pretty
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (yeah)
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini
Mhm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the rackets
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mhm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's
Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn, Ugur Tig, Darryl Dwayne Jr Granberry
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