Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Leonard Price
James Leonard Price
Songwriter
Spencer Harris
Spencer Harris
Songwriter
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Rick James
Rick James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iiinfinite
Iiinfinite
Producer
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Producer
Sheffmade
Sheffmade
Producer
Charley Cooks
Charley Cooks
Producer
A. ‘BAINZ’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me (ayo, Sheff), give it to me Give me the stuff (tuned up) That sweet funky stuff (oh, oh) Give it to me, baby Give it to me, baby Ay, everything that I wanted, stood up and went got it Don't think I'm the hottest, shit, watch how I pop it Wasn't good with the green, off the rocks, I made profit Started rappin', now I done took off like a rocket Niggas be weird, steady watchin' my pockets They big and they solid, no need for a wallet Six pockets full, my whole hood, they behind me No deal, I'm declinin', don't think I'ma sign it In these streets I'm the biggest, the fuck would I hide it? If bro try to slide, then fuck it, I'm ridin' Big TRX, big FN inside it Got more shots than Molly, so don't think you should try it Came up off a bag, might just tell Vay to style me My jeweler done blind me, think it's perfect timin' All that shit a dream, the nightmares, they behind me Had stopped cookin' dope, made too much off rhymin' I come from that field, in the mud it get slimy No, I don't take it kindly to cap about a body Partner just spoke 'bout a bitch tryna rob me, it's cool But I had that ho son missin' mommy These nigga be broke with no job, call 'em Tommy Enough about them 'cause the real nigga shinin' Got a 30K smile in my mouth, I ain't lyin' All this ice on my neck, I don't walk, now I'm glidin', hey (hey) Give it to me, baby Rich nigga make cash off music Broke the bank on my teeth, another band on my feet Hit the club and I still went stupid Throwin' ones, sayin', "Give it to me, baby" Put the racks in the palm of my hand 'Member bitches just wanted to be friends Now I'm up and they yellin', "Big, gimme a chance" Steady hollerin' out, "Give it to me, baby" Rich nigga make cash off music Broke the bank on my teeth, another band on my feet Hit the club and I still went stupid Throwin' ones, sayin', "Give it to me, baby" Put the racks in the palm of my hand 'Member bitches just wanted to be friends Now I'm up and they yellin', "Big, gimme a chance" Steady hollerin' out, "Give it to me, baby" Steady hollerin' out, "Give it to me, baby"
Writer(s): James Johnson, Charles Forsberg, Spencer Harris, James Price, Xavier Landum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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