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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Quinton Lamar Cook
Songwriter
Timothy Michael Wells Jr.
Songwriter
Altariq Crapps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Musik MajorX
Producer
Tariq Beats
Producer
Dilan "Dillo" Rajan
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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They jealous, they envious of me (jealous)
I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat (poppin')
I'm fuckin' on they bitches they payin' out here for free (free)
I'm stylin' with no stylist, stay clean, I got OCD (stylin')
You niggas soft and you follow, you niggas sheep
Hit a buff nigga with hollows and make him weak (weak)
Yeah, that red and blue shit cool, but I want that green (green)
Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief (woo)
I fly private, it's lit-lit, it's a field trip
Buy bags, my type of bags, they be meal tick's
I could fuck up a check, nigga, I got it, still rich
I came straight from the bottom to the top, that's a heel flip
They ain't talkin' that cloth talk, we'll hit the kill switch
I just wrote up a script, somebody call up Will Smith
Pockets full of blue hundreds, you would've swore a nigga crip
Niggas ballin', but they ain't James Harden scorin' like this
I'm fucked in the game with a STD
Contagious as fuck, I spread the game out to the team
You lame as fuck, I probably seen you on a meme
Poppin' as fuck, you probably seen me on a screen, nigga
Let me floss, Hugo Boss, voom, voom, whip talk
Cuban bust down, yellow diamonds, ooh, he pissed off
White gold, yellow gold, same time, criss-cross
I like ghetto bitches that wear too much lip gloss
Drop it off, pick it up, makin' shit, drop it off
Bitches catches feelings one handed, damn, she Randy Moss
Know the cost, profit lost, nigga, I'm a fuckin' boss
Neiman Marcus, Saks and 5th, we don't do no fuckin' Ross
The Maybach glossy, 6-4 gloss, candy paint, we drippin' off
You bought all them watches, but ain't buy no house, you fuckin' false
Heart on cold, leave 'em frost, fuck a lead, she wake up lost
Got the sauce, I got ho-ho-hoes, Santa Clause
Lamborghini, new Ferrari, drivin' crazy, I'm not sorry
Would've thought I was a collector how I keep a Barbie
Level 'parly, you can never scoop me, baby, I'm too tardy
I'm a dawg, leave my mark, my shit permanent, it's Sharpie
They jealous, they envious of me (jealous)
I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin', got it poppin' off a beat (poppin')
I'm fuckin' on they bitches they payin' out here for free (free)
I'm stylin' with no stylist, stay clean, I got OCD (stylin')
You niggas soft and you follow, you niggas sheep
Hit a buff nigga with hollows and make him weak (weak)
Yeah, that red and blue shit cool, but I want that green (green)
Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief (woo)
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Paul Cabbin, Timothy Michael Jr. Wells, Quinton Lamar Cook, Altariq Samad Salaam Crapps
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