Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Darrin Custis II
Darrin Custis II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2Tall
2Tall
Producer
Firas Quick
Firas Quick
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Fishin', I just bought some Young body, I just watchin' Ice cream fresh, watchin', I just I just bought a brand-new problem Chopper got a brand-new body Ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi Olive-green anniversary 40-millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah Too much paper in the pockets of these pants Rubber band, it won't fit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) I just left up off the set, 15 racks just for a fit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm where I'm 'posed to be (I can't even breathe) These diamonds are choking me (Wafi, Wafi, Wafi) I'm in the club with that fire, I'm so low-key, these niggas don't notice me (nah) I need my flowers, lotus me (flowers) These bitches, they never say no to me (nope) I knocked the whole buildin' down, bitch, walked out that ho, I had no debris Nothin' on me (nothin', bitch) Funds on me (money, ho) Gun on me (fah-fah-fah) Lunch on me (after that bitch) Cum on me (Rich Homie, baby) They can't understand the lingo, they say it's too lyrical for me (that's right too) I bought a white shoe up (right there), but she was too spiritual for me (ay) Picture the moment Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don't even listen to comments (nah) I'm knowing they phony Like ain't sayin' I ain't done somethin' like they don't even listen to homie Bitches be on me, you know I swat shit down, I gotta stay stiff on 'em (swole) For them niggas in the back, thinkin' that the Homie broke I throw up my wrist on 'em (ay, I just) Olive-green anniversary 40-millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah Too much paper in the pockets of these pants Rubber band, it won't fit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) I just left up off the set, 15 racks just for a fit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (2 Chainz) Double cup with some muddy in it or a foreign car with your buddy in it Paid 450 for the Cullinan, got a .50 Cal with a 30 in it Off of Riverdale with a gold digger and a gravedigger, I'm a paid nigga Like my wife a fuckin' cleanin' lady, nigga I'm a made nigga, know what I'm sayin', nigga? Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed Taxin' niggas, Uncle Sam Hand to hand with the grams, hood nigga buyin' land You can't see me like spam (whoo) Cut from a different cloth Throwin' a pool of the money, she cannonball Even when I sit down, I'll be standin' out Hardest niggas'll shoot at your mammy house Shoot all your Grammys down Hold up, let me control anger, you know that it's danger Keep one in that chamber (in the chamber) Uh, trapper and rapper and singer, they say money talk and I don't talk to strangers Uh, 'course I can fuck 'cause I'm famous I bought her some breasts and I bought her an anus I'm workin' my move, I'm hittin' them angles, I'm out of this world like fuckin' Uranus Olive-green anniversary 40-millimeter on a nigga bitch, yeah (talk to 'em) The peach trees in the backyard, I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah (uh) Promoter green as fuck, hit 'em for a hundred, nigga, that's another lick, yeah Stupid bitch think I'm payin' for some pussy, go and find another trick, yeah Too much paper in the pockets of these pants Rubber band, it won't fit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) They ain't do the boy fair, I was in the air when he got hit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) I just left up off the set, 15 racks just for a fit, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't never had shit, got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Fishin', I just bought some Young body, I just watchin' Ice cream fresh, watchin', I just I just bought a brand-new problem Chopper got a brand new body Ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi, ah'chi
Writer(s): Darrin Custis Ii, Dequantes Lamar, Tauheed Epps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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