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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Keian B
Keian B
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yeat
Yeat
Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Streo
Streo
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Primo
Primo
Producer

Lyrics

What else? What else? (On 'em) Whoo (on 'em, on 'em, lifestyle) Whoo (on 'em, what else? What else?) Whoo (yeah) Yeah, diamonds, uh, girl, you see these diamonds, uh Girl, you see this jet (jet), you on different climates (phew), uh How I got this down (yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin', uh Richer than they family, richer than they mamis, yeah Hold it down, uh, when you at the club Hold it up (what?), uh, when you hear that gun (buh) On 'em, yeah, pull up outside, yeah, I pull up on 'em Uh, uh, now I got this bag, I'm high as sh- on 'em (on 'em) Yeah, orchestrate all these diamonds, orchestrate all these lights, yeah-yeah How you gon' serve these bills? How you gon' serve these lights? Yeah, turn up at my show, at least just do it right Yeah, yeah, we go all night (whoo) You gon' serve these bills, gon' serve this meal, gon' serve that all night Yeah, you gon' serve my drip, you gon' serve my cup, you gon' serve me all right I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frog eyes At the back of the truck with them lights, I'm tweakin' We got the goods, it's parked outside, are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? You tweakin' (whoo) I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of my tweakin' (yeah) Know that you lovin' these lights, you lovin' this world We runnin' it back every weekend (shut up) Show you love with me every time, I know, girl, she leaking Oh, y'all tryna get inside this lifestyle world God gifted? Run the bag up every weekend Now you see I'm pullin' off on the deep end You say that I'm bad for no reason? Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em Yeah, diamonds, uh, girl, you see these diamonds, uh Girl, you see this jet (jet), you on different climates (phew), uh How I got this down (yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin', uh Richer than they family, richer than they mamis, yeah Hold it down, uh, when you at the club Hold it up (what?), uh, when you hear that gun (buh) On 'em, yeah, pull up outside, yeah, I pull up on 'em Uh, uh, now I got this bag, I'm high as sh- on 'em (on 'em) Yeah, orchestrate all these diamonds, orchestrate all these lights, yeah-yeah How you gon' serve these bills? How you gon' serve these lights? Yeah, turn up at my show, at least just do it right Yeah, yeah, we go all night (whoo) You gon' serve these bills, gon' serve this meal, gon' serve that all night Yeah, you gon' serve my drip, you gon' serve my cup, you gon' serve me all right I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frog eyes At the back of the truck with them lights, I'm tweakin' We got the goods, it's parked outside, are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? You tweakin' (whoo) I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of my tweakin' (yeah) Know that you lovin' these lights, you lovin' this world We runnin' it back every weekend (shut up) Show you love with me every time, I know, girl, she leaking Oh, y'all tryna get inside this lifestyle world God gifted? Run the bag up every weekend Now you see I'm pullin' off on the deep end You say that I'm bad for no reason? Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Keian B, Primo Pepper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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