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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Rafe Nelson
Songwriter
Juan Alvarado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yeat
Producer
Synthetic
Producer
rafeprod
Producer
Primo
Producer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
33empathy
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me (Shh)
They tell me, when you talk 'bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
[Verse 1]
Yeah, when we at the club, whole street's outside
Yeah, I hit the plug on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put them bills on everythin' like I put them ions on it
No, we don't fuck wit them broke boys, babe, we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yeah, slide on me, and the family members R-I-P him
[Verse 2]
Salad, with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads, I got carrots
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we pull-up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin'
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds
All yo' fuckin' streams ain't playin', yeah, you fake it
[Chorus]
She tells me, you too much for me, she tells me
They tell me, you too much for me they tell me (Shh)
They tell me, when you talk 'bout me, they tell me
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me
[Verse 3]
Yeah, when we at the club, whole street's outside
Yeah, I hit the plug on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive like I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull-up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put them bills on everythin' like I put them ions on it
No, we don't fuck wit them broke boys, babe, we don't know them
Call on me, like the Maybach pull-up on me
Fall on me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit
Yeah, slide on me, and the family members R-I-P him
[Verse 4]
Salad, with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo truck all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads, I got carrots
We got the motherfuckin' money, we pull-up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
Always impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin'
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds
All yo' fuckin' streams ain't playin', yeah, you fake it
Written by: Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Noah Smith, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson