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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Max Lord
Programming
Thank You Fizzle
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Max Lord
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Lord
Producer
Thank You Fizzle
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Walk up in Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the opps
Broke ass **** started dissin', he a fan
Tell a young **** just stop it
And I been gettin' money since I learned that I can
Tell 'em one up who held me down with cosmic
I be switchin' out the mode on a ride, I ain't safe
Holdin' on to my pole on my side, baby
Different type of flex, I don't need more cars
Slime, red-green flag, he a gang member
Mine, that's my brother, I'ma paint with him
Hit a fuck **** up, do a stain with him
Ain't finna score shit, shouldn't of came with him
Post up with them sticks, more gang swishers
Snake bitch, kill 'em all, they some lane switchers
My clique, send 'em all at your brain, ****
Let's talk 'bout the business, I got more points than a bean bag
Tie your arm up before you shoot it, it was kick back
Layin' on my grave, **** chain, we'll hit that
Scary ass ****, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same whip, big hat
X shit, my lil' **** Suwoop bang cartel
Race shit, talkin' to them killers up in Glendale
You don't gotta check shit as long as the scent well
[Verse 2]
Count a million cash got the time goin' slow, ooh
Oh, drugs keep a **** calm from the shit I've seen
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night
Told her to take a bow, upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean
Shawty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First, first time had to tell the queen stop that
Boss up 'cause I'm known' that you 'bout that
Can't let a **** think you a outlet
I ain't nothin' you can get you a breadwinner
Took the heart of AK, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with us
Already got my **** just stalkin', he a deadsitter
[Verse 3]
Before I departed away from my soul
Told him, my son, to stay woke
He keep chasin' this bitch and get hit with this stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out Coupe
Home run, Top, Babe Ruth
Keep your cool, standin' on business
Don't break no rules, never for a penny
I ain't buyin' that in cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass so they buried in the city
I popped that boy, mad I ain't finished
You a dessert for the lil' pussy bitch, you ain't Billy
[Verse 4]
Count a million cash got the time goin' slow, ooh
Oh, drugs keep a **** calm from the shit I've seen
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night
Told her to take a bow, upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean
Shawty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First, first time had to tell the queen stop that
Boss up 'cause I'm known' that you 'bout that
Can't let a **** think you a outlet
I ain't nothin' you can get you a breadwinner
Took the heart of AK, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with us
Already got my **** just stalkin', he a deadsitter
[Verse 5]
Count a million cash got the time goin' slow, ooh
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Max Lord