Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2]
She send a sad emoji when I fuckin' leave, she say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to yo condo, can't fit in no parkin' garage in this big ass truck
If it was once then it might've been luck
If I did two times you stand for somethin'
All my **** say I'm fuckin' the game up with all of these bitches I'm payin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal I aint sippin'
I paint my Wagen blue, I'm still crippin'
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful
Give her the world and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you aint heard I'm unfuckin' witable
Boy, you a wanksta, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit them up
Three mill a year, what my artists make minimum
Look at me I done built me a business up
Baby Jay-Z, I run me a billy up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Millie
We be turnin' shit up, you should fuck with us
You can't name a young crew that can fuck with us
Any category we'll fuck 'em over
From the cars, the jewels, the titles, the deeds
The streets, the beef, whatever, they know what's up
I'm Four Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fooled
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school
Been a lil' playa, know I was gon' be the one
I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem with women
Fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post they location, we flip 'em
My **** takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take them with me
Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutta
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together
Some investment partners, now I own me a couple of million
[Verse 3]
I really paid all cash for that
****, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad
****, I'm good
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag
They know how to jugg
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it
[Verse 4]
I really paid all cash for that
****, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad
****, I'm good
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag
They know how to jugg
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it
[Verse 5]
I done fucked too many bitches, I only gave one of them money
She might want a Bentley or somethin'
A real one, I still gave her hits even though she was fuckin' on Gunna
I done gave lawyers to **** who really be dissin' but fuck it, them **** gon' tell if it' fuck 'em
And it's some bitches I'm hittin', I'm thinkin' I'm lit but in reality I can't duck 'em
Check my net worth, hundred fifty cash on the pay worth, Google better change my net worth
I paid three million cash for all the cars I got, pink slip come through the mail though
I done spent money in all the stores, I need to call Dior
I been 300 before he was claimin' 300, I could've signed Lyor
Rappers slick, tryna pull up to my session, they tryna find they whores
Bro and 'nem them takin' every Glock they see, what is we buyin' 'em for
He say he be hangin' with murderers, I'm with the murderers so **** is not who you think
**** be plottin' and takin' off shit that you rockin as soon as you **** can blink
(You not from the mud) If you ain't washed up in the sink
(You not from the mud) If you ain't grow up with a link
It's Only The Family, fuck what you believe, shit, free Lil' Steve
I heard **** say I couldn't come on my block, shit, this shit on my sleeve
I fuck one bitch, everybody wanna fuck, had that hoe on her knees
I fuck with all the gangstas and we locked in with the T's
[Verse 6]
I really paid all cash for that
****, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad
****, I'm good
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag
They know how to jugg
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it
[Verse 7]
I really paid all cash for that
****, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad
****, I'm good
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag
They know how to jugg
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it
Written by: Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Wesley Glass