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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
T-Pain
T-Pain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whoa, whoa (Whoa, Kenny)
Ooh
[Verse 2]
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (Can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a bitch
And you happy when your ass get rich (Get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit (Ooh)
[Verse 3]
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (Hell nah)
We might struggle because life's a bitch (Nah, bitch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (Get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit
[Verse 4]
I just lost my house to the drought, ay (Damn)
Now I'm stayin' on my momma couch, ay (Damn)
Told me get a job or to bounce, ay (Bounce)
Never paid a bill, I cop a ounce, ay
I could spend a twenty on a dub (Ay)
But I can't even spend it on some shit I really love (For real)
I need some TLC but bitches treat me like a scrub (Scrub)
I gotta drive my momma car to pull up to the club
[Verse 5]
Ain't nothin' left to do but now a **** gotta hustle
I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle
Maneuver through the game, I put my **** in the huddle
Now we all just runnin' 'round, some fittin' pieces to the puzzle
My ****, ay
[Verse 6]
Got some problems that the music can't fix (Can't fix)
Whole squad, everybody on my dick (Get off my dick)
More money, more problems, and we lit (They lit)
All my exes textin', sayin' I ain't shit (Shit)
She said, "Get the bag go and be yourself" ('Self)
Pretty bitches sayin' I need to be myself ('Self)
When I was down bad and I needed help (Help)
Passin' by me on the street, you should've seen yourself, yeah
How did you not remember how it was then? (Then, then)
Now all the sudden I got no cousins (Kin, kin)
All up on my gate, tryna get buzzed in, huh (Hmm, hmm)
If you don't give a damn, I don't give a fuck
I can't swim, I got a pool and I'ma drown in it (Drown in it)
Drunk underwater, they goin' clown fishin' (Clown fishin')
I be on my own, don't be announcin' shit (Whoa)
The chopper make beautiful music, play around with it
[Verse 7]
Ain't nothin' left to do but now a **** gotta hustle
I got it out the mud and then I did it off the muscle
Maneuver through the game, I put my **** in the huddle
Now we all just runnin' 'round, some fittin' pieces to the puzzle
My ****, ay
[Verse 8]
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (Can't fix)
We might struggle because life's a bitch
And you happy when your ass get rich (Get rich)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't shit (Ooh)
[Verse 9]
Got some troubles that these drugs can't fix (Hell nah)
We might struggle because life's a bitch (Nah, bitch)
And you happy when your ass get rich (Get that money)
Blow my money 'cause a bag ain't (Shit)
[Verse 10]
Bitch, I'm high
Ay, bitch (Shit)
Uh, ay-ay
Shit
Written by: D. Curry, Dan Seeff, F. Najm, K. Blume III, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, Sam Barsh
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