Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Beezo Beatz
Beezo Beatz
Programming
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
OG Parker
OG Parker
Programming
Liltyh
Liltyh
Programming
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bishop Grinnage
Bishop Grinnage
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Songwriter
Tyrese McGriff
Tyrese McGriff
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beezo Beatz
Beezo Beatz
Producer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Liltyh
Liltyh
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit that light for me, let me roll this leaf
Beezo need cash only, ya dig?
OG Parker
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Uh, hmm, let's do it, huh
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm toxic, kickin' your shit, you better watch it, whoa, whoa
Just unzipped my pants, cash stuffed down all in my pockets
Put her in Hermès, now I got all these **** jockin'
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell 'em, "Lil' slime gon' spray on cowards"
Your ho in this bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, won't give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
Fuck goin' on? They wan' do somethin', hold on, grr, grr
[Chorus]
Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, "Let's get this understood," I said
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of
One eighty-seven, just spent me a seven
Need Christian V steppin', they know it's a murder, this fit unheard of
[Verse 2]
Bad like her friend, huh, I see why that's her twin
Four hoes at the Drury Inn, I got 'em in rotation
Once they leave, look like they soul taken
I got 'em, like, "Oh, baby"
Chopper for chopper, go dollar for dollar
I'm takin' the problems away from my mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be liking all my stylists
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain't no mileage
Bitch, I'm toxic, kickin' your shit, you better watch it
Crash out, turn up, bought that bitch that rock and told her, "It better not get shown once, ho" (Better not)
[Verse 3]
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Cross his chest, I spray that Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin' with diamond chains
[Verse 4]
New machine (Skrrt), count it up, ****, yeah
Fuckin' with mathematics
Twenty million on thirty, not far from Cali'
Put her in Prada, I'm up in Valley
Let's do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh
Fuck up the mattress, then fill up another one
Fuck on her, that Patek, I bought her another one
Kick my shit, I'm in this bitch, we're lit by three hoes (Lit by, lit by)
[Verse 5]
Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let's go
Hypnotizin' yo' ho, we be turnin' her out
Do that dude sh—? I ain't runnin' my mouth
Which one you workin'? I'm clockin' it out
Startin' the Rolls from inside of the house
[Chorus]
Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, "Let's get this understood," I said
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of
One eighty-seven, just spent me a seven
Need Christian V steppin', they know it's a murder, this fit unheard of
[Verse 6]
She in with shottas, we pourin' up lines from out of the bottle (From out of the bottle)
My beanie Amiri, Giuseppe, I'm steppin', I locked in my stylist, I pay it (I pay it)
Treat my bitch like all new whips, that's upgrade models (Upgrade models)
My bitch walk 'round with one milli', I say, "Yeah, yeah" (Bitch, yeah)
[Verse 7]
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Fill up, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Brr, bop, bop, buh)
Cross his chest, I spray that Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin' with diamond chains
[Outro]
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell 'em, lil' slime, "Gon' spray on cowards"
Your ho in this bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, wan' give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
Fuck goin' on? They wan' do somethin', hold on, grr, grr, grr
Written by: Bishop Grinnage, Jason "Cheese" Goldberg, Joshua Parker, Kentrell Gaulden, Tahj Morgan, Tyrese McGriff
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