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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blacc Zacc
Blacc Zacc
Performer
Key Glock
Key Glock
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Chapman
Zachary Chapman
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Six Man
Six Man
Producer
Nation
Nation
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Chapman
Zachary Chapman
Recording Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I might buy a Rolls truck and pass on a Bentley
For my pretty bitches
Hold up, wait
Hold up, wait
Hold up, wait
I ain't motherfuckin' finished
IMixNation for real
Hold up, wait one motherfuckin' minute, I ain't finished
I might buy a Rolls truck and pass on a Bentley
I might buy some blue flowers for my red bitches
Heard a hater say I was broke, I started trippin'
Hahaha (Hahaha), hahaha (Hahaha)
When a **** say I'm broke, I laugh like hahaha (Hahaha)
Hahaha (Hahaha), hahaha (Hahaha)
Count the racks up out the safe like hahaha (The fuck?)
Hahaha
I done came far, haha
I got pretty foreign bitches in my car, haha
Fuck that, let me turn it up
Ain't no bitch that I can't fuck
They like, 'Blacc, you dope as fuck'
I ain't never lettin' up, yeah
Codiene in my cup
Swear I tried to give it up
Like I tried to leave these streets
But these bands keep poppin' up
Why these **** envy me?
'Cause they really wanna be like us
Told my bitch come eat this meat
Then I take her out for lunch
Hold up, wait one motherfuckin' minute, I ain't finished
I'ma cook that dope up like a **** work at Denny's
I'ma cook that dope up like the chef in Ruth Chris kitchen
Heard a hater say I fell off, I started trippin'
Hold up, wait one motherfuckin' minute, I ain't finished
I might buy a Rolls truck and pass on a Bentley
I might buy some blue flowers for my red bitches
Heard a hater say I was broke, I started trippin'
Hahaha (Hahaha), hahaha (Hahaha)
When a **** say I'm broke, I laugh like hahaha (Hahaha)
Hahaha (Hahaha), hahaha (Hahaha)
Count the racks up out the safe like hahaha (The fuck?)
Hah, hah, hah, uh, hah, hah, hah
Yeah, these **** mad 'cause I'm getting guap guap guap, uh
New drop top, uh, autobot, yeah
Kids be like, "Look ma, there go Glock"
In his camouflage car, sippin' on some Wock', ooh
Carats on my arm, uh, what's up, doc?
Might pull up wit a pump and make your bunny hop
I'm on a paper route, bitch, you know I can't stop, uh
Stop getting knots, not stop getting guap, uh
Thots on my jock and I can't keep 'em off, yeah
Cost to be the boss and you **** broke and lost
If I see something, I get it, don't care about the cost
Hold up, wait one motherfuckin' minute, I ain't finished
I might buy a Rolls truck and pass on a Bentley
I might buy some blue flowers for my red bitches
Heard a hater say I was broke, I started trippin'
Hahaha (Hahaha), hahaha (Hahaha)
When a **** say I'm broke, I laugh like hahaha (Hahaha)
Hahaha (Hahaha), hahaha (Hahaha)
Count the racks up out the safe like hahaha (The fuck?)
Written by: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Michael J Garvin, Zachary Chapman
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