Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Lexie Davis
Lexie Davis
Vocals
Chris McClenney
Chris McClenney
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Kirlan Labarrie
Kirlan Labarrie
Songwriter
Mark Borino
Mark Borino
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Producer
Mark Borino
Mark Borino
Producer
Fred Warmsley III
Fred Warmsley III
Producer
0445c
0445c
Producer
Gosha Usov
Gosha Usov
Recording Engineer
Jack Manning
Jack Manning
Assistant Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'? Look
We gon' talk our shit on this one (Talk your shit)
Kirk Knight on the beat, keep my cypher complete, look
[Verse 1]
40K for the Rollie with the leather band, no time to parlay
Life is too short, we came a long way
From pissy hallways to court-side up in Barclays
Stuntin' is a sport, the way I'm ballin', we could all play
My cup overflowin', I'm feelin' finer than Chardonnay
I dropped seven bands in Rick Owens, it was a calm day
Prices lookin' like a zip code, I switch zones when it get cold
So they gon' have to throw they shade from far away
I'm broader than walkin' with your broad down Broadway
Skip the foreplay and brought her back to where the Don lay
It's Brooklyn, get your chain tooken, lookin' like entrees
Who harder than my origin, get your troops, call 'em in
[Verse 2]
I gave 'em fair warnings
I'm up late nights and early mornings
I got a little buzz, I can't afford to miss my callin'
I be the first to arrive, the last to leave
Dropped out of school, still voted most likely to succeed
[Chorus]
Said I do this with the ease, I collect my fees and then I breeze
Neck on freeze like it's below thirty-two degrees, check my steez, hold up
****, ****, **** (Please)
[Verse 3]
Look, off top, fuck the speculation
If rap was a stock, I'd have a hundred-million in evaluation
A hundred-thousand hours and you **** only mastered masturbation
Y'all some pros at procrastination
I tax those who act slow, never had patience
My cash flow got you fast hoes in fascination
I made her make it clap then I told her, "Congratulations"
You fuckin' with the realest cat since Larry David
Curve your enthusiasm, it's the 'Creature from the Black Lagoon', snatch ya Julie Adams
[Verse 4]
Most **** really pooms when you wave the tooly at em'
Could've made the goonies clap 'em
Masked up like MF DOOM, don't know what truly had (Rest in peace)
Firstly, all my wolves is blood thirsty
Ready to shoot from mid-range like they James Worthy
Let a **** try to hurt me
He gon' see some blood hounds with blue flags
Duck down or move fast or push ya own coof back, ****
[Chorus]
Said I do this with the ease, I collect my fees and then I breeze
Neck on freeze like it's below thirty-two degrees, check my steez, hold up
****, ****, **** (Please)
[Verse 5]
Look, I could show you how to get lit and don't blow it
'Cause when you really start getting rich, ain't gotta show it
Lifestyle golden my **** now that's a Trojan (Facts)
Only magnum rounds, what I bust and explode in
Eight figure ****, so I'm always getting chosen
Middle of the summer, my ice is still frozen
I tried to show these **** the ropes, they let it choke 'em
I got sick of playing with ****, I started coaching
I ain't worried 'bout y'all hands 'cause y'all jokers
Hit the royal flush on ****, ain't talking Poker
Acting like my shit don't stank when it's supposed to
I'm laughing on my way to the bank, I'm in that Rover
Bitch, watch that drink on my couch, look, here's a coaster
Had to cut back on my tokes, get fully focused
Cadillac came with a toast, it's fully loaded
Ten years killin' this game, I'm really goated, ****
[Verse 6]
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, ****
I know you hate it, ****, yeah
Most underrated, at least they ain't never underpay him
Haha
[Instrumental]
I don't even know where to start
But you know, it's 2000 shit, man
If y'all wasn't around in the 2000s
You wouldn't know what really goin' on, you feel me?
We smokin', we drinkin'
It's good vibes, it's the right vibe
It's the player vibe
2000, we gettin' this shit right
You feel me? All night
Take that, take that, 'cause Diddy was just right here, you heard me?
My **** Joey Bada$$, two-fuckin'-thousand
We saw it in '99, but now we in 2000
Even though we in 2022 I think, but who's countin'?
We just countin' money, ya dig?
I don't even know what to say
I'm just here, you feel me?
Written by: Chris McClenney, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Kirlan Labarrie, Mark Borino
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