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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Darian Joshua Garcia
Darian Joshua Garcia
Songwriter
Julius Noah Maria Herold
Julius Noah Maria Herold
Songwriter
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Darko
Darko
Producer
Smoko Ono
Smoko Ono
Producer
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Producer

Lyrics

(Baby, please, mm-mm-mm-mm) (Baby, please, yeah) (Baby, please, oh-oh) (Baby, please, ooh) Ay, y'all got me mad as fuck Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up Say you love me (whoo), where my name? Go and tat' me up You won't see me drivin' my new whip, because it's matted up New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as fuck New Ferrari, 900 horsepower (ooh), saddle up Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of Africa Yeah, I keep the count, count, count, you think I'm Dracula That 30 quick to flip a nigga patty, like a spatula (ha) Bougie shawty, said she love my Maryland vernacular My nigga keep the Uzi like JT, it get to actin' up (pop) Bought my mom a Bimmer, yeah, she used to whip that Acura truck (skrrt) Had to get a new crib, 'cause my old crib was inadequate (for real) Suitland Station, where a young nigga had to catch the bus (on God) We ask all the bitches who the hottest, they all said it's us Yeah, ay, coupe cost a cool quarter mill' (let's go) My Lamborghini color orange teal New crib paid by the touring deal (let's get a check) Took your dream girl on a fuckin' date I still show up late like Lauryn Hill Then I hit her good in my penthouse Told her, "Get out", like Jordan Peele My goodness, my God, my life, no façade Six-car garage, Bentley, I drive (skrrt) Big check on big check, split that with the guys Halle Berry my vibe, but this bitch got me tired Ay, y'all got me mad as fuck Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up Say you love me (whoo), where my name? Go and tat' me up You won't see me drivin' my new whip, because it's matted up (skrrt) New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as fuck New Ferrari, 900 horsepower (ooh), saddle up Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up (fuck 'em) Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of- Anyways, tryna stack these Ms, I'm on a renegade (whoo) Bitch, I be in Cali' like Don T, come sip this lemonade (let's go) Niggas at your crib with all them tools, ain't there to renovate I just pray that the Lord forgive me for my sinnin' ways Ten bands on me, that ain't shit, we blew it yesterday (okay) 40 bands on lawyers, 'cause Lil' Mir Mir might just catch a case (okay) Fuck 12, 'cause they never cared about us anyways (okay) I just sold the Benzo, stackin' up just for my next estate (okay) Ay, ay, all of my niggas be stackin' that bread And we flip it and triple it, it come in abundance Back in the day, I would manifest using the ones But now, we be countin' blue hunnids (let's go) When I got money, I put my brother on them Bucks Nigga, I'm feeling like Giannis And my young nigga stay with the motherfuckin' Drac' Just like Adonis (brrt) I don't fuck with these rap niggas, I think all of y'all some hoes (huh) Feel like crashin' out like K-Dot if a nigga impose (what's good?) Tryna steal all the sauce, nigga tryna take a young nigga flows (huh?) Why you mad? I don't fuckin' know Ay, y'all got me mad as fuck Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up (ay) Say you love me (whoo), where my name? Go and tat' me up You won't see me drivin' my new whip (ay), because it's matted up (skrrt) New bitch with me, oh my God (ay), know she bad as fuck New Ferrari, 900 horsepower (ooh), saddle up Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us (oh), go get your cattle up And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of-
Writer(s): Julius Noah Maria Herold, Paul Omar Elkan Agyei, Dunston Cordae A, Darian Joshua Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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