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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Yung
Songwriter
Mathias Daniel Liyew
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Dennis
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Ambezza
Producer
Louis Yung
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Countin' all this paper, I ain't never think I lost
Ridin' in the States, thinkin' about my way to boss up
If a nigga say he want the smoke, we got the sparkers
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because
We started off robbers, now we certified ballers
I be on my ball hog shit
Had to go the humble route, they thought I lost it
Never make a U-turn on me, double what it's costin'
Runnin' with some Cs, I know some B hats, like Boston
Had to get some tough skin, you'll never make it with soft skin
Eyes on my wrist, lied to the judge, I can't lie to my bitch, ayy
Got a taste of money and I ran it up ever since
Runnin' with the congress, we know all the dead presidents
All I know is Roddy take the lead and they gon' follow
All I know is if you cross, you get a hollow, woah, woah
Countin' all this paper, I ain't never think I lost
Ridin' in the States, thinkin' about my way to boss up
If a nigga say he want the smoke, we got the sparkers
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because (do it just because, do it just because...)
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because (because), uh
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just be-
Know he got a frost wrist, uh
Climbin' out the holes, but I do this shit so effortless
Hustle just to live
Spent the 50 bands on the whole squad, shoppin' at Phipps
And they know I got 'em, but they better never have loose lips
All this water on me, lookin' like a motherfuckin' cruise ship
Got Glizzy's on Glizzy's, never go nowhere without the hip, ayy
Got ten million out the oven, like a chocolate chip
Got QPs 'cause real Ps never cop a zip
My whip a spaceship, I'm so comfortable in my cockpit
Countin' all this paper, I ain't never think I lost
Ridin' in the States, thinkin' about my way to boss up
If a nigga say he want the smoke, we gotta sparkers
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because (because), uh
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just be-
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Rodrick Moore
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