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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Ryan-O'Neil
Ryan-O'Neil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
"Robby" Andrew Robinson
"Robby" Andrew Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Alex Goldblatt
Alex Goldblatt
Producer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
Moneyevery
Moneyevery
Producer
sonic
sonic
Producer
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Producer
Wasa
Wasa
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Sonic goin' crazy)
[Verse 2]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
[Verse 3]
Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch
Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick
When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit
Real rich ****, I can tell you how them flawless diamonds hit
Real shooter, aim at yo' medulla, I'm a connoisseur
Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka
If you listen, I can teach shit, you gotta be quick
Lil' **** think he litty, only got a street hit
I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit
Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' **** could talk and shit
I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch
They said the Yompton **** couldn't do it and now we killin' shit
[Verse 4]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
[Verse 5]
Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions
You be speculatin', I know you **** can't stand us
I can patty cake with all these ****, one handed
Global jet pass, I can't never get stranded
Make my **** buss a shh on a shh-shh
I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh"
We got assassins makin' deals goin' two for one
She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her do one
You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit
You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it
Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy
Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet
[Verse 6]
Blew a hundred last month at Tootie's
If you got five hundred, then you better book me
Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P
Stop talkin' that talk, bitch suck this dick
My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist
I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch
Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit
I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch
Written by: Roddy Ricch, Sonic
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