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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
AlekBeatz
AlekBeatz
Songwriter
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
AlekBeatz
AlekBeatz
Producer
Beezo
Beezo
Producer
Alek
Alek
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Posted up with Yeezy, got the chain on my Rolls Royce
Running up a mil' too easy, I ain't got no choice
Did a festival run and I damn near lost my voice
They ain't never let me in this bitch I kick the door
[Verse 2]
If he a rat then I ain't never gon' trust him
I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese inside the duffle
She pull up in a yellow Lamborghini, call her butter
See Roddy corporate but I run with **** out the gutter
Woohoo
[Verse 3]
I been working so hard that I just missed supper
Woohoo
Know some **** that keep bricks inside a choppa
Woohoo
All my diamonds hit so hard I got a concussion
Woohoo
I be fucking all the bitches that he cuffin'
Woohoo
[Verse 4]
I was out in Miami, that's two hours from Orlando
Had to get Dubai money, I'm sliding on a sando
We recruited **** out the army with the ammo
Fucked her in a penthouse suite, I better light a candle
I double dutch Promethazine but don't be in my business
We might fly out to yo' city and, yes, we brought some twins with us
My man be so damn high he geeky geeky, brought the triple cup
Don't speak on my name, we discipline the **** dissing us
[Verse 5]
Posted up with Yeezy, got the chain on my Rolls Royce
Running up a mil' too easy, I ain't got no choice
Did a festival run and I damn near lost my voice
They ain't never let me in this bitch I kick the door
[Verse 6]
If he a rat then I ain't never gon' trust him
I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese inside the duffle
She pull up in a yellow Lamborghini, call her butter
See Roddy corporate but I run with **** out the gutter
Woohoo
[Verse 7]
I keep blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese, blue cheese inside the duffle
Woohoo
See Roddy corporate but I run with **** out the gutter
Woohoo
Written by: Darrick Wayne Jr., Rodrick Moore
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