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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Leonard Price
Songwriter
Spencer Harris
Songwriter
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Rick James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iiinfinite
Producer
Einer Bankz
Producer
Sheffmade
Producer
Charley Cooks
Producer
A. ‘BAINZ’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give me the stuff, that sweet, funky stuff
[Intro]
Give it to me, baby
Give it to me, baby
[Verse 1]
Aye, 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
**** 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
Potna just spoke 'bout a bitch tryna rob me, it's cool
But I had that ho son missin' mommy
These **** be broke with no job, call him Tommy
Enough about them 'cause the real **** 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
[Chorus]
Give it to me, baby
Rich **** 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
[Chorus]
Rich **** 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
[Outro]
Steady hollerin' out
Give it to me, baby
Written by: Charles Nelson Forsberg, James Johnson, James Leonard Price, Rick James, Spencer Harris, Xavier Landum