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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Tyler McCann
Tyler McCann
Songwriter
Jesse Morris
Jesse Morris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyymachine
Tyymachine
Producer
Prodbyjm
Prodbyjm
Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Big 4
I'm for real
You're tellin' me you built a time machine?
Keep the sleaze runnin', keep the jeans comin'
What they chargin' now?
Aye, I don't give a fuck but I want forty-five
Come give some pussy up, Megan, I'm on Tory ass (Yeah)
Thirty-twos, forty-nines, CRX is pourin' lines
Tryna fold, borderline, these **** geekin'
He only brought fifty K, well, how he want a feature? (Fuck off)
What's your name? Nice to meet you, this for Val and Tameeka
This for lost soul, hard ****, heart cold
Bitch, I grew up with a burner code (Yeah)
Now I get a mil' a check, call me Darko (Yeah)
Five thousand my business, Chanel Styrofoam with the pearl glasses (Pearl glasses)
Switch on the blick, free Ric, we still active (Free Ric)
All my shit slap in the condos, the mattresses
Girls keep throwin' tantrums, mad that I'm a bachelor
Mad that I got bitches, mad that I'm that ****
Baby, get out your feelings, in February, we trippin'
Roll life, I miss my old life, lemme show you what that road life
Fetti, bricks in seeing five to a 6'10," I'm the shit still (Yeah)
Who care if he don't hold it down 'cause my bitch will
Maybach, Maybach with the big wheel
Seven million, all cash, that was this deal (Huh)
Make a bitch get off her ass, come and drive for me
Since we talkin' 'bout Ms, I got nine of 'em
Me and Onika sellin' reefer in a five-seater
Ain't sellin' your shit, I ain't sellin' mines neither (Nope)
Now it's your time, Reaper, Money Man, Mr. Two Hunnid Grams
He like that gray shit, I only fuck with tan
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (Fuck off)
If you a ho ****, don't come around me (At all)
I got my own **** (Yeah)
I don't miss crowd skeet (Yeah)
**** be foul, chief (Bitch)
Hold me down, T (Ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (Fuck off)
If you a ho ****, don't come around me (At all)
I got my own ****
I don't miss crowd skeet (Yeah)
**** be foul, chief (Bitch)
Hold me down, T (Ha)
If you a hatin' bitch, no, we can't link (Fuck off)
If you a ho ****, don't come around me (At all)
I got my own ****
I don't miss crowd skeet (Yeah)
**** be foul, chief (Bitch)
Hold me down, T (Ha)
Written by: Dion Hayes, Jesse Morris, Tyler McCann
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