Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Pareil
Jay Pareil
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Irving
Joseph Irving
Songwriter

Lyrics

[PreChorus]
Five figures, six figures, seven figures, now we talkin' digits
She was sayin' what we sayin', I was sayin' I'm a little different
Pullin' up, big body Cullinan, stars in the ceiling
Massage seats, shoulder rubs, feel the love when you sittin' in it
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, know that they talkin' about me whenever I'm not in the room
Look, ****, I know they be hatin', they see me and they gotta be cool
Pull up with bitches, they tens, I know I be puttin' 'em through it
They like, "How did he do it?", they be like, "How did he do it?"
Fuckin' on her, now I'm fuckin' her friends, they lookin' like, "How did he do it?"
I used to sleep on the floor at the crib, they lookin' like, "How did he do it?"
I turn a conversation to a hit, they listen like, "How did he do it?"
Ayy, how did he do it? Ayy
[Verse 1]
Shit get litty
I hit the baddest bitches in the city
I got a hundred on me and a .50
Only drive the Urus, never ridin' Bentley
Only do the hundreds, I don't do the fifties
Skateboard swag, known to make it tricky
Diamonds hit the Woah, straight up out of Philly
Callin' me "The Kid", I'm feelin' like I'm Billy
People callin' me toxic, yes, yes, sir
I just got too many options, yes, yes, sir
I got a friend in my pocket
I told her to pull up, I got it
I told her we keepin' it private, yes, yes, sir
[PreChorus]
Five figures, six figures, seven figures, now we talkin' digits
She was sayin' what we sayin', I was sayin' I'm a little different
Pullin' up, big body Cullinan, stars in the ceiling
Massage seats, shoulder rubs, feel the love when you sittin' in it
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, know that they talkin' about me whenever I'm not in the room
Look, ****, I know they be hatin', they see me and they gotta be cool
Pull up with bitches, they tens, I know I be puttin' 'em through it
They like, "How did he do it?", they be like, "How did he do it?"
Fuckin' on her, now I'm fuckin' her friends, they lookin' like, "How did he do it?"
I used to sleep on the floor at the crib, they lookin' like, "How did he do it?"
I turn a conversation to a hit, they listen like, "How did he do it?"
Ayy, how did he do it? Ayy
[Verse 2]
Oh, they got so used to hatin', but now they be sayin' they proud of me, ayy
I should go shop in Japan, just tell 'em to Louis and Prada me, ayy
They used to sleep on the kid, well, fuck it, I'm makin' 'em tired of me, ayy
Walk in this bitch for myself, ain't never need **** to vouch for me
Lately been uppin' the salary
I burn through the money like calories
I put **** on to the gallery
Put that shit on, ain't nobody stylin' me
All these jewels on me, baby, is drownin' me
They want smoke, it ain't smellin' like loud to me
I was down, now I'm walkin' in styled in minks
I can't fold on my ****, they count on me, yes, sir
[PreChorus]
Five figures, six figures, seven figures, now we talkin' digits
She was sayin' what we sayin', I was sayin' I'm a little different
Pullin' up, big body Cullinan, stars in the ceiling
Massage seats, shoulder rubs, feel the love when you sittin' in it
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, know that they talkin' about me whenever I'm not in the room
Look, ****, I know they be hatin', they see me and they gotta be cool
Pull up with bitches, they tens, I know I be puttin' 'em through it
They like, "How did he do it?", they be like, "How did he do it?"
Fuckin' on her, now I'm fuckin' her friends, they lookin' like, "How did he do it?"
I used to sleep on the floor at the crib, they lookin' like, "How did he do it?"
I turn a conversation to a hit, they listen like, "How did he do it?"
Ayy, how did he do it? Yes, sir
Written by: Joseph Irving
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