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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Vocals
Denzel Curry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Michael Goode Jr.
Songwriter
Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson
Songwriter
Calvin Dickinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben10k
Producer
cdmp3
Producer
Spiff Sinatra
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
CD.mp3
Producer
Lyrics
I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
How you get rich? Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettuccine, step in Ricks (on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettuccine, step in Ricks (on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
We makin' deposits, step in the scene for the green
It ain't nothin' to leave if I ain't gonna make it (profit)
Got money in my left, right, back, denim jeans
If I roll up my sleeve, you would think I was poppin'
I don't even be knowin' why you talkin' to me
I ain't talkin' for free, whip it up, Betty Crocker
These rap **** ain't shit, I won't put in the lock
I be trippin' for cents, they be trippin' for boppers
I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that's all on my bitch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that's how you get over shit, uh
How you get rich? Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettuccine, step in Ricks (on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin' on fettuccine, step in Ricks (on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
I smell bitch (yeah)
So let's get it poppin', you don't want no problems when dealin' with Zel, shit (nah)
Young boys on that frail shit (frail), sick as hell, sickle cell shit (you sick)
Got me goin' off the rails, bitch (off the rail)
And I'm sonnin' **** like I'm jail, bitch, uh (rrah, rrah)
All the women callin' me a wapo (yeah)
Money like a mob boss, call me Zel Chapo, yeah (yeah, yeah)
All the **** know to let the shots go (yeah)
I don't show no mercy 'less it's Murcielago, yeah (yeah, yeah)
"Money over bitches" is the motto
Now the opps dead like Apollo versus Drago, yeah
Never tell nobody that you got dough
What do you think most these rappers get dropped for? (Ultimate)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (brrt, Brrt)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, dah)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (brrah)
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg (yeah, yeah)
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (yeah, yeah)
Eatin' on fettuccine, step in Ricks (yeah, yeah, on me)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (yeah, yeah)
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (yeah)
How you got all those sticks? Uh, bricks, uh (oh, yeah)
Eatin' on fettuccine, step in Ricks (yeah, yeah)
Hittin' my city up, I'm wearin' six (yeah, yeah)
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz (yeah, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Written by: Aidan Crotinger, Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Calvin Dickinson, Denzel Curry, Michael Goode Jr.