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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jace!
Jace!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jace Salter
Jace Salter
Songwriter
Bryce Thomas Frizzell
Bryce Thomas Frizzell
Songwriter
Travis Nelson Barker
Travis Nelson Barker
Songwriter
Leon Balint
Leon Balint
Songwriter
Deniss Jonins
Deniss Jonins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jace Salter
Jace Salter
Mixing Engineer
Bryceunkwn
Bryceunkwn
Producer
y2tnb
y2tnb
Producer
Lean
Lean
Producer
Sense
Sense
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, these **** be hatin'
I don't know nothin' about 'em (I don't know nothin' about 'em)
I'm on the way, if it ain't about money, I'm out (money, I'm out)
My top be blown when I'm off that dope, when I'm off dope it's cloudy (it's cloudy)
You better get you some money
Boy, momma won't be here forever (momma won't be here forever)
She wanna fuck, it's the way I rhyme, like, "Boy, you clever" (like, boy, you clever)
Walk in the club, and they notice me
I ain't worried 'cause I got my heavy metal, yeah (metal)
Came in, Balenciaga stepper, yeah (yeah, whoa)
Pull up, and she tryna neck me, like yeah (yeah)
Pull up, I'm speed-racing, they like, "Ye'" (Ye', whoa)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, whoa)
(Momma won't be here forever)
Speed-racing, they like, "Ye'" (Ye')
I had to get me a plate (get me a plate)
Gonna die, try to eat off my tray (my tray)
Can't be cool if you spoke on E.L.A. (yeah)
30 say he finna smoke that tray (that tray)
And lil' bro', I just pulled up, wait (wait), wait (wait), wait (wait)
You know I just want you to stay (to stay), can you stay? (Stay), bae? (Bae)
I'm gettin' sick like the plague (plague), she wanna come out and play (play)
That **** say, "Top Kid mid" (mid), can't be true if it starts a debate (debate)
You know (debate, it can't be true if it starts a debate)
Still gettin' that money (Ye')
I'm with my kids and shit (can't be true if it starts a debate)
You can't say nobody better than Jace (he say, "Top Kid mid")
You know, um, I been out the way, gettin' that (can't be true if it starts a debate)
You ain't gettin' that (he say, "Top Kid mid")
None of these **** gettin' that, you know? (Can't be true if it starts a debate, wait)
These **** be hatin'
I don't know nothin' about 'em (I don't know nothin' about 'em)
I'm on the way, if it ain't about money, I'm out (money, I'm out)
My top be blown when I'm off that dope, it's cloudy (when I'm off dope it's cloudy)
You better get you some money
Boy, momma won't be here forever (momma won't be here forever)
She wanna fuck, it's the way I rhyme, like, "Boy, you clever" (like, boy, you clever)
Walk in the club, and they notice me
I ain't worried 'cause I got my heavy metal, yeah (metal)
Came in, Balenciaga stepper, yeah (yeah, whoa)
Pull up, and she tryna neck me, like yeah (yeah)
Pull up, I'm speed-racing, they like, "Ye'" (Ye', whoa)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, whoa)
Written by: Bryce Thomas Frizzell, Deniss Jonins, Jace Salter, Leon Balint, Travis Nelson Barker
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