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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Performer
Sheff G
Performer
Presssa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D.A. Doman
Composer
Presssa
Lyrics
Michael Williams
Lyrics
Tegan Chambers
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
d.a. got that dope
Producer
Joey Galvan
Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
T-t-t-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap
(d.a. got that dope) d.a.
[Chorus]
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah
I ain't no regular thuggy
[Verse 1]
Bitch, punch me in like the buggy (Volk')
She wanna ride on the Wagen (Wagen)
I'm from the dirt like the maggot
So sick and tired of naggin'
I took his chain and dangle it (Bitch)
Finessin' the plug
He got brothers, tie 'em all up
I'm in the cut
I do business with my gun (Gun)
[Chorus]
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah
This ain't no regular mode (Woah)
[Verse 2]
Foreign, no Honda Accord, huh
I pick a bitch, either or
I wear Saint Laurent and Dior
She suck the dick 'til it's sore
Traphouse runnin' in the vacant
Finna buy a house in the A
Just a little something to renovate
Boss, we go boating on lakes
Shoot it up, then beat the case
Tiptroic, change lanes (Lanes)
Twenty-five for the change (Change)
Twenty-five in chains (Chains)
So I'm out here screamin', "Free Pac"
Broke **** can't keep up
Fifth kick in, FIFA
It get hot like teacup
Build the plug up, but we rob him today (Today)
She wanna stay in the Thompson like Klay (Like she Klay)
They wanna kick in the door, Jackie Chan (Jackie Chan)
I got bitches and racks in the safe (Rickety-racks)
[Chorus]
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah
I ain't no regular thuggy
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah
This ain't no regular mode
[Verse 3]
This ain't no regular pole
She throw it back, ain't no regular ho, huh
I wear irregular clothes
I'm the **** that be doin' the most, huh
I got 'em losin' hope, huh
Fuck is they snoozin' for, huh?
Fact, I'll bruise him, bro, don't shoot him
I'm finna take his soul, huh
I hit that lil' bittie with finesse
No sex, only want the neck
I'm in your city, better show respect
That's on the gang, ****, on the set
Fly young ****, I live on a jet
Stop all that stressin', go and get a check
Throwin' bullets, tell an opp ****, "Catch"
(Throwin' bullets, tell an opp, "Catch")
[Chorus]
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah
I ain't no regular thuggy
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah
This ain't no regular mode (Look, look)
[Verse 4]
**** know we makin' bail tonight
We trained to shoot, you came to fight, huh
Aim at your brain tonight
Think it's a play until a spike
Bands on me
Big body, double lanes for me
Gang really get to sprayin' for me
I make a call, we up at your door like, "Open the vault"
Bang with me
Bro, you're pussy, you can't hang with me
Put in pain or feel the pain from me
Up at your spot, heard shooters get shot
We bend through your block, huh
But they know we full of the realest ****, huh
**** can flex for the internet, they know who really be with the drillin' (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Chorus]
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah
I ain't no regular thuggy
I keep gettin' this money, uh
Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah
This ain't no regular mode (Woah)
Written by: D.A. Doman, Michael Williams, Presssa, Tegan Chambers