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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Vocals
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Programming
hardbody Beazy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Jackie Plant Jr.
Songwriter
Quorey Speights
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Quorey "QRed On The Track" Speights
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
[Verse 2]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit
[Verse 3]
Five-five-six-two-two-three, around the city, I make big noise
I just counted fifty in all fives, free the landlord
Take a pretty bitch and push her face against my back board
When that ho be naggin', tell her, "Shut up, make my dick hard"
**** wanna try me, but I promise they ain't that hard
If he go against me, then I do him like the last boy
Say he got more money in his pocket then he cappin'
Bitch, I keep them bands like New Orleans at the classic
Your bitch bumpin' Meghan, now she thinks that she a stallion
She gon' suck the meat up off my balls, she Italian
I just stuffed some sauce up in my closet like a cabinet
Bitch, I run the streets, TBG, you better tap in
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
[Verse 5]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit
[Verse 6]
Geek on the meds, fuck a bitch, I'ma leave her on red
I be stuck like a bike with no pegs
Ain't worried 'bout shit, I got lead
Different **** when I'm off of that red
Top shotta, my shooter, no dreads
How the fuck you gon' step with no legs?
If I say it, I ain't mean, ain't taken back shit
But you heard what I said
Yeah, really about action, chop a **** block like cabbage
Money keep stackin', I just finished doin' my taxes
Can't fall in love with no ratchet
We bustin' in traffic, hit 'em with a blitz like Madden
****, we we ain't duckin' no static
If I want it, I'ma get it , I'ma grab it
Money makin' bitch, real nasty
[Verse 7]
**** better tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby
[Verse 8]
****, tap in, bitch, I get this shit up out the mud like a bad kid
And I spend this money how I want to like I had it
And I keep a big bag on me like a bad bitch
Pistol on my waist, sorry, baby, that's a habit
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Jackie Plant, Jackie Plant Jr., Quorey Speights