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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Patrick Bodi
Patrick Bodi
Programming
Turbo
Turbo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Patrick Bodi
Patrick Bodi
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Producer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Producer
M. "Twan" Traylor
M. "Twan" Traylor
Producer
James Harden
James Harden
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Bodi
Patrick Bodi
Producer
Turbo
Turbo
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Verse 2]
Tryna make a change
Tryna to make a dollar when I only had some change
Sittin' inside a one-man cell, I tightened up my brain
I can't fuck with all y'all, I'm tightenin' up my gang
I'm too far for me to complain
No one came as hard as I done came for sho
I could've kept goin' but I made a lane for bro
That's what you 'posed to do
If any **** overstep they boundaries, you supposed to shoot
And it's enough money in it for all us, I'll post ya music
I know that this shit a façade, I ain't gon' let 'em fool me
I can't put my trust inside no broad, I ain't gon' let 'em use me
I done put her heart inside my pocket, I ain't gon' never lose it
I done had to stand in front of the judge and tell her I'm a user
Go to sleep, we fuckin'
Wake up, then we fussin'
Baby, we can't force it
Love'll run its course
I'll make you call my name until you lose your voice
Me and money married, we fuck off as a couple
Takin' uppers, 'cause I don't like to be down too much but I sip syrup
And I don't play around too much, take my word
You can't just be down with us, we put in work
Half a ticket on a Phantom just to ride around Atlanta
My little boys gonna take the Forbes list
Dress my mom up for these award shows
I'm just happy it ain't court dates
I ride 'Raris I don't horse play
I'm a grown ass man
Gotta have a blicky when I land
You keepin' your business clean
Everyone tryna endorse you
I will never stick my dick in no one I pay child support to
I've been tryin' to build a fortune, got millions for my niece and nephew
I've been playin' the trampoline, whoever fallin', I'ma catch you
If you want to play, that shit so sour, you know I would have helped you
How the fuck you leavin' without me, it ain't goin' in?
My lil' **** told me it was free but I still gave him ten?
We do what we want it ain't no askin'
[Verse 3]
Take your Rollie off when you slidin' they say time will tell
You gon' die, get you some money, or you go to jail
All these choppas will turn the city to a livin' hell
It was crowded on the elevator I took the stairs
Lost some people on the way up but I don't even care
I can't keep you, but for the night, I wanna please your body, I
Want to please your body, I
[Verse 4]
If it ain't no Wock then I drink Tris, can't no promoter book my bitch
Can't name a **** from Chicago ever say they took my shit
I can't post up like a killa, know them **** killed my twin
We gon' spin till we get dizzy, we gon' spin till we see him
Child support did me wrong, tryna get me out a M
Only time I hear from them when I post some money on my Gram
Went to Herman, I need a big kit on my Lamb
She a Ifa, so she keepin' on her beads when she prayin'
My lawyers dogs, when I call, they get richer by the case
I got **** fuck with dog food and get richer by the day
I know watches, your shit fake, I can tell a Richard by its face
Real ****, when I'm around y'all, I be feelin' out of place
The industry ain't let me in, the judge ain't let me travel then
Ain't no solid Percs, I might go take one of them capsules then
And I know some hoes that run they mouth, that's why I don't never see 'em
All my diamonds G-I-A, certified then
No cap, got a top tier bitch, she my side bitch
Bitches from the trenches claim they kids on they taxes
How you dressin' better than yo kids, you need your ass kicked
I laugh, he wasn't matchin' now he matchin' with his casket
[Verse 5]
Take your Rollie off when you slidin' they say time will tell
You gon' die, get you some money, or you go to jail
All these choppas will turn the city to a livin' hell
It was crowded on the elevator I took the stairs
Lost some people on the way up but I don't even care
I can't keep you, but for the night, I wanna please your body, I
Want to please your body, I
Written by: Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Chandler Durham
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