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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Latto
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Finlay Thomas
Finlay Thomas
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Additional Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Engineer
Jack Bartlett
Jack Bartlett
Engineer
Landon Jones
Landon Jones
Assistant Engineer
Elliote Wideman
Elliote Wideman
Assistant Engineer
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel like the realest bitch to ever do it
Made a mill' and ran through it
I make "I don't need a ****, get the bag myself" music
Bad bitch, bad influence
Money talks and I speak fluent
Big Latto, short for lottery, so fuck I look like losin' (DA got that dope)
Poppin' shit, no Percocet
'Bout a check, fuck the rest
Stay out the way
I'm at home or the 'yo like I'm on house arrest
In my bag and out the mess
Bitches trash, I ain't impressed
I can't tell if bitches sellin' records or they sellin' sex
Speak on me for clout, tryna drag it, that's your only hype
It's just me, the pilot and my baggage, this a lonely flight
Done playin' nice, 'cause bitch this pole ain't light
I been on these bitches ass since I touched that mic
[Verse 2]
I can't trust no bitch
Get rich, watch they switch
I can't trust no bitch
Get rich, watch they switch
Latto (On God)
I can't trust no bitch
[Verse 3]
Or a ****
They ain't believe me, had to show a ****
Bitches tried to go big
I fucked around and showed 'em bigger
Four-story, seven figure crib, but somewhere on a villa
I ain't goin' nowhere so it's best these bitches get familiar
Rich bitch, go getter, I could be a gold digger
Got 'em waitin' on my shit to drop like I'm a dope dealer
Truth in the booth but in the bed, bitch, I ain't no spitta
Cuban on my neck could make ya motherfuckin' throat shiver
No glitter, verse killer, smoke go to the first bidder
Trash ass rap bitches droppin', that's some more litter
Big Latto, ain't nothing little but the waist
Sneak dissin' but in person, bitches try to plead they case
Treat a **** like my liquor, ain't nan of 'em get chased
In my bag two years straight, bitches prayin' I take a break
[Verse 4]
I can't trust no bitch
Get rich, watch they switch
I can't trust no bitch
Get rich, watch they switch
I can't trust no bitch
Written by: Alyssa Stephens, DAVID L DOMAN, Finlay Thomas
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