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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trauma Tone
Programming
Zaytoven
Programming
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
John Carrington Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Producer
Zaytoven
Producer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Executive Producer
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pierre "P" Thomas
Executive Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Buster Ross
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Whoa)
(You know what I'm saying?)
(**** done forgot about this shit, mane)
(These **** trippin')
[Verse 2]
Maison Margiela, I'm dripping
I'm stepping, they know that I'm repping my gang
Wokhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixing the dope, I got dope in my chain (Dope)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars
And this money ain't changed
Took off my top, I'm exposing the brains, I got young **** ready to stain
Told a bad bitch, "Don't Speak" (Whoo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (Hey)
Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week (Sore)
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street
Runnin' to the bank, track meet (Bag)
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep
[Verse 3]
Don't give a fuck if a bitch is a nun (Nun)
She sucking me numb, till I go to sleep (Numb)
Woke up and told myself, I am the Don, then bought me a Don, that shit wasn't cheap (Don, Whoo)
Nah, nah, ain't givin' no one, got a lil' stick and the arm with a reach (Nah)
Trap out the wide-body Jeep (Wide-body)
You already know 'bout the robotic key (Robotic)
Ran out of thunder, the trap doing numbers
Burn out the 'Cat, but I serve in the Honda (Burn out)
Saving my money, my vision was tunnel (Whoo)
Remember, I thought that a hundred was something
I chose the streets, and it's hurting my momma (My momma)
I heard the beat, and the millions start comin'
I had no money, been locked in the jungle (No money)
I drive the coupe, and it's not in the summer (Uh-uh)
Back against the wall, they abandoned a G (Back)
The Za, it keep tasting like candy to me (Za, Za)
Thottie can fuck on my man and then me (Thot, thot)
Porta potty, the opp, you smell the degree (Stain)
The block, Nawf is embedded in me (Nawf)
Leave him hot, he got hit with the cut in his sleep (Cut)
I pay a dub to my brother, let's eat (Dub)
Bought my bitch a new Urus and boarded the sea
[Verse 4]
Maison Margiela, I'm dripping
I'm stepping, they know that I'm repping my gang (My gang)
Wokhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixing the dope, I got dope in my chain (Dope, my chain)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Money ain't change)
Took off my top, I'm exposing the brains, I got young **** ready to stain
Told a bad bitch, "Don't Speak" (Whoo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (Hey)
Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week (Sore)
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street
Runnin' to the bank, track meet
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep
[Verse 5]
Demon in the Gladiator Jeep (Skrrt)
Low key movin' in the streets (Low key)
Bullet-proof trucks in the fleet
Mafia ties too deep (Go)
I cut the inside of the Mercedes, I'm crazy (Go)
Don't trap in one spot, we'll switch the location (Switch)
Ordered it up and it came with some gravy
Bigger the bails, better come with the payment
Ain't nothin', just the Nawf side, Nawf (Nawf side)
Top floor sittin' like a boss (Top)
Rrr, there go the call (Rrr)
Dem' and those damn **** fall
Behind the back, double the cross
No, I'm not talkin' 'bout dribble the ball (I'm tellin' ya')
We buckin' that shit on the law (We buckin')
Yo Gotti, the way we get off (Yo Gotti)
From the beginning, we had the talent to win it (Beginning, so)
Protectin' the business, I'm buying the block new extensions (Go, buying the block)
You cannot walk in my J's, you kiddin'
You will be finished (You ****, bitches)
Hustle mentality, Mamba mentality, scrape every dollar and penny
[Verse 6]
Maison Margiela, I'm dripping
I'm stepping, they know that I'm repping my gang (Gang, my gang)
Wokhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixing the dope, I got dope in my chain (Dope, my chain)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Money ain't change)
Took off my top, I'm exposing the brains, I got young **** ready to stain
Told a bad bitch, "Don't Speak" (Whoo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (Hey)
Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week (Sore)
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street
Runnin' to the bank, track meet
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep
[Verse 7]
Big stones, it's a waterfall leak (Leak)
I never been a clone, it's only one of me
When I slide, when I ride, keep the fire under me (Fire)
The **** in the street don't think shit's sweet (Sweet)
Your bitch act right, I give her a treat (Treat)
Chrome Heart jeans and Patek Phillipe (Ice)
She want a Birkin, I tell her go work it (Whoo)
She ain't gon' sit there and get it for free (Nah)
Lil' bitty bitch, she petite (She is)
Thinking 'bout taking her home with me (I might)
She hop in the coupe and get to frowning her face
'Cause she says the Za Za stinks (Eww)
My ice came from Elliot
No, not the water that's outta your sink (No)
Got so many K's, Confederate
Don't think about touching on my Cuban link
I got the gang in ink
All of my bro's gon' stain for me (Stain)
I flood the gang with chains
'Cause I know that they won't change on me (Never)
Me and the coupe, that's a couple (Coupe)
I throw the racks in the duffle (Cash)
I gotta ride with a cutter
Styro the cup, and it gotta be double (Drank)
[Verse 8]
Maison Margiela, I'm dripping
I'm stepping, they know that I'm repping my gang (Gang, my gang)
Wokhardt, the Perky, the Addy
I'm mixing the dope, I got dope in my chain (Dope, my chain)
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm going to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Money ain't change)
Took off my top, I'm exposing the brains, I got young **** ready to stain
Told a bad bitch, "Don't Speak" (Whoo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (Hey)
Hands on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week (Sore)
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep my name out the street
Runnin' to the bank, track meet
Bricks in the truck, Road Runner, beep-beep
Written by: Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Xavier Dotson, John Antonio Carrington Jr.