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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loe Shimmy
Loe Shimmy
Vocals
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Levin Buhtz
Levin Buhtz
Composer
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Lyrics
Johnathan Gabor
Johnathan Gabor
Composer
Aaron Gilfenbain
Aaron Gilfenbain
Composer
Mikey Freedom Hart
Mikey Freedom Hart
Composer
Shamar Cox
Shamar Cox
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Chad "KM" Kitchens
Mixing Engineer
Tapekid
Tapekid
Producer
Hurtboy AG
Hurtboy AG
Producer
JG
JG
Producer
Mikeyfreedomhart
Mikeyfreedomhart
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Told me that this shit gets deeper, but I still went and diving like a creature, uh
TRX and it takes diesel, damn, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm taking lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'ma blow, take care of my people tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it coming, I'ma spread my wings just like an eagle, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd gets jumping and I'm rocking out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep running, guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 1]
Gone jump right on the beat, and I just get to snapping
I swear dat this rapping my passion
I came through dripping, lil' bitch, I just might need a napkin
I'm spending the rackades on fashion
Brodie been letting 'em have it, he flipping them packs
In the trap, He been doing gymnastics
I hit ya bitch from the back, she was calling me dad
Had to tell the bitch, "I ain't ya papi"
We took a trip out to Cali and brought back them Ps
Brodie said tell them **** come tap in
I got like 50 racks stuffed in my motherfucking jeans, ****
Don't even ask why I'm sagging
**** be broke as a bitch, they ain't getting no cheese
Man, I swear that they really be slacking
Chasing that money for that shit, you know I'm a fein
Man, I swear to God I got to have it
[Verse 2]
You say you happy 'cause I made it happen, but when I was broke you was laughing
Getting that money, I'm stacking it up, swear my shit tall as Megan the Stallion
Yeah I might pop a little shit, but I'm keeping it cool, I am not with the bragging
Run up some money and blow it, I don't got to show it, they already know that I'm having
[Verse 3]
**** look what I done started, Luh Tyler an artist
I'm smoking on gaslike Bob Marley
Shitting on ****, I'm sorry
I bust down the Rollie, I got a boss bitch, she want Carti
Book a flight out to Cali to see my lil' bitch
Kind of thinking 'bout wifing lil' shawty
Rip her right out the plastic, I swear she a baddie
Man, matter fact, my bitch a barbie
[Chorus]
Told me that this shit gets deeper, but I still went and diving like a creature, uh
TRX and it takes diesel, damn, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm taking lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'ma blow, take care of my people tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it coming, I'ma spread my wings just like an eagle, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd gets jumping and I'm rocking out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep running, guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 4]
Gon' hit the top, now we having and we living lavish, and buss my whole team down in Patek
They send a diss, they can have it, get squished like a maggot, she bounces on that dick like a rabbit
I want that Maybach truck matted, and I'm gonna grab it, this lil' bitch keep calling me daddy
I'ma get Mama a big house in the hills, and I'm grinding to make sure it happens
I'ma get right on the beat and express how I feel, I'ma jump on this big with some passion
She let me fuck once I met her, her head game special, I pick her up in that G-Wagon
I'm on my grind, I won't let up, my foot on the pedal, my switch shoot fire like a dragon
I'm on a whole 'nother level, these rappers can't see me, lil' mama, I'm not tryna brag
[Bridge]
Uhh, ohh, these **** can't see me, I swear I'm so deep in my bag
Uhh, ohh, was riding in that Buick and now I pull up in that Jag
Uhh, ohh, these **** want to be me, but there ain't no stealing my swag
Uhh, ohh, my FN blitzes, ride 'round with that in my bag
[Outro]
I hit the gas in that Demon, it sound like it farted, I pull up, the party gets started
I take the short bus to school 'cause flow so retarded
Real soon, I'm going to bus down that Carti
Labels keep calling my phone trying to offer me M's, I'ma finish this where I started
And I love Pablo so much, like my momma done had him, I swear this shit can't be departed
Written by: Aaron Gilfenbain, Johnathan Gabor, Levin Buhtz, Mikey Freedom Hart, Shamar Cox, Tyler Meeks
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