Upcoming Concerts for Ty Dolla $ign & Mustard
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Mustard
Programming
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Lucien Parker
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Nicholas Balding
Songwriter
Samin Khan
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Melvin Ray Moore
Songwriter
Tom Levesque
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
Mustard
Producer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
FNZ
Producer
Justin Gibson
Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Nic Nac
Producer
Tom Levesque
Producer
Waterboy
Producer
BAUTISTA RAFAEL
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Mustard on the beat, ho
On top of the world, me and my clique, ay
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich, Black and poppin'
Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah, me and my twin
Yeah, me and my friends, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My friends, my ****, my gang
Who they think they playin' with, who in God's name?
Hangin' out the Lamb', I drive a suicide thing
Who been smokin' midget? You ain't doing high grade
Know I gotta make a good first impression
Fuck her from the back, lettin' out all all my aggression, yeah
Casamigo got you acting reckless
Sex you with the lights on, still got on my necklace, yeah
I brought some bottles and bitches for me and my friends
I'm in a Urus, lil' bruh and them came in a Benz
Stop countin' my pockets, just know that I'm getting my ends
I might spend it all on my friends
On top of the world, me and my clique, ay
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich, Black and poppin'
Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah, me and my twin
Yeah, me and my friends, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, that ain't your dawg, you ain't got the same opps
That's my mud brother, got love for him like the same pops
You know I love you, I'll send the real addy to the main slot
You know that's twin and 'nem, same thots, same Glocks
Bitch, you think too much
You tryna fight me 'cause I'm sober, bitch, you drink too much
And if we fuck, he sit outside 'cause he don't know who to trust
They stop my residency at Drai's, my case too much
I was fightin' my gun case by my lonely
These are my brothers who I'm with, these not my homies
For his baby shower, ain't have no money, I gave him onesies
Call his mama my mama, or call her Auntie
On top of the world, me and my clique, ay
Got it out the mud, now we all lit
This how it feel to be rich, Black and poppin'
Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'
Yeah, me and my friends
Yeah, me and my twin
Yeah, me and my friends, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Durk Banks, Isaac De Boni, Lucien Parker, Melvin "4rest" Moore, Michael Mule, Nicholas Balding, Samin Khan, Thomas Levesque, Tyrone Griffin Jr