Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
LE$
LE$
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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fee banks
Songwriter
VIRGIL GAZCA
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
Gregory Davenport
Gregory Davenport
Songwriter
Lester Matthews III
Lester Matthews III
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
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fee banks
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

B-B-Bankroll got It I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other If you hate me, then you hate me dry, and we know that's fo' sho' My dad taught me how to keep it gangster, it ain't no ho inside my soul Better revalue why you here, play your part, and help row this boat I love too hard, so if your loyalty ain't there, then you gots to go Don't play wit' me, play with your pussy, I ain't a killer, but don't push me Just walked up outside your mama house smellin' like straight budussy I'm a glad Texan Mexican, I got a country grammar You can call me Jim Adler, hit her ahh with the Texas hammer, huh Money makin' Mexican, that's what I am, huh Fuck everybody, do this shit for the fam, huh Baby say she love me, I don't give a damn, huh Fuck them lil' pork chops, lil' bitch, I'm 'bout to go in Ham I just kick back and watch the route got me feelin' like I'm Cam Wild boy just like I'm Steve-O, kick-flippin' money like Bam Sippin' drank in New York City, I pour a tre out for Yams Just rolled an eighth out the Jordan pack, got it hidden like it's wham I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber (yeah) Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms (uh) to my mother (yeah) On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill (yeah) like Chris Tucker (dollar line sign) Everybody love me (yeah), 'cause I keep it real like no other (look) I was flippin' in that 1996 (six) prolly witcho bitch Off-white just like a brick (brick), see the way it sit Wide body like 'em thick (thick), make them haters sick When I come through (yeah) with the kit (yeah), mad your kids wan' take a flick (yeah) See me holdin' no (holdin' no), they just tellin' fibs, all Pinocchio (yeah) Wanna be a real boy, what I'm really holdin', hoe We up in the 'Vettes now, smokin' tires like a O (vroom) Prayin' for my downfall, niggas need to let it go Dippin' in the Chevy, know it's heavy, and I'm stayin' ready (yeah, yeah) Speakin' like Andretti wit' no top, I'm only chasin' fetti (yeah, yeah) Nigga know it's LE at the dollar sign (dollar sign) when you address me They be like, "He comin' back already, call him Makaveli" (ehe) That concave goin' deep, I ain't gotta pause Doin' what I wanna when I wanna, I ain't got a boss This a one-of-one, ain't that other shit you come across (yeah) Stuntin' like my daddy, goin' hard, but that leather soft (uh) I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other Everybody love me well, not everybody, couple haters plottin', pocket-watchin' Life ain't treatin' 'em well, and they think it's my problem First class, a farewell, I rockabye by 'em, and I'm outside wit' a Mai Tai Niggas ain't gremlins for real, those fools still mogwais Nine chains on, I should have a patch over my eye (yeah) I feel like Slick Rick in this bitch, Bally Animals tied They look up to me, 'cause I'm fly, look up from me 'cause I'm high Full of weed, not tired, don't judge me by my eyes (by my eyes) Comin' down paint wet like a water slide (paint wet like a water slide) OT gave me a case of Coca-Colas from off of his side, yeah I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other I'm in a 1982 Mercedes-Benz, burnin' rubber Bitch, this ain't no play, play shit, I'm bringin' Ms to my mother On this Big Worm pack, I'm smokin' kill like Chris Tucker Everybody love me, 'cause I keep it real like no other
Writer(s): Joel Banks, Shante Scott Franklin, Taylor Banks, Virgil Gazca, Lester Matthews, Fee Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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