Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John X Smith
John X Smith
Performer
Pseudo Black
Pseudo Black
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Mallis
Jack Mallis
Songwriter
Dion O'Joe
Dion O'Joe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John X Smith
John X Smith
Engineer
Paylon
Paylon
Producer

Lyrics

Give me some Adderall and some lean (Lean)
I just need some more of that
These bitches hot on the scene
Feel like I’m in Florida
(Uh uh yea) walking on the beach at night (oh yea)
Feeling so greedy she’s mine (yaw)
Pull up in Porsche 911 if we get the poppin you know it’s gang gang
I ain’t no internet gangsta cause I get you missing it’s like what the fuck did you think
Water wrist time cuz anytime got a 45 on me
Three bitches in the two seat, while I’m riding brand new whip with no mileage
I’m like a snicker bar, bitch I’m gon nut
There go her breakfast, she filling up
You are not sweet shit you Cinnabons
And I ain’t had enough
Bitch I pull up to the bank
They know my name
Deposits as big as a tank
The Ranges pull up like a train
Cuz I got it made (oh I got it made)
I got it made
I got it made
I got it made
Oh I got it made
Deposits is big as a tank
Oh I got it made
I got it made
(Deposits is big as a tank)
I’m big as a tank, Balenciaga put a stamp in the rank
Audemar on I ain’t breaking the bank
Pepe Le Pew I be smoking the stank
What they gon do when I roll up with twenty seven goons you know they bipolar
You see jewels that I choose from Mongolia
Fedora blue and I Gucci the lofa it’s over
I’m hooked like a dope fiend looking down when I’m smoking the OG
She could tell you she know me, but the old me is the broke me
Couldn’t sell out a show me, now these venues can’t hold me
Keep it a stack I don’t walk through the front of the building they want me to walk through the back
You lagging, I’m gassing
You **** is not bout that action
Givenchy spectacular fashion
Two bitches they matching the Aston
I’ll hop out the back
I look like a million stacks
My chauffeur is grabbing the bag
The meeting was fast
I just had to fill up the bag
My foot is now back on the gas
I’m like a snicker bar, bitch I’m gon nut
There go her breakfast, she filling up
You are not sweet shit you Cinnabons
And I ain’t had enough
Bitch I pull up to the bank
They know my name
Deposits as big as a tank
The Ranges pull up like a train
Cuz I got it made (oh I got it made)
Written by: Dion O'Joe, Jack Mallis
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