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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicken P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeib Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaleb Rollins
Mastering Engineer
Niizy
Producer
Troy Ashford
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Rack, band for band, how they wanna do it
Yeah, ****, how you wanna do it?
Huh, ****, what you wanna do?
Mm, mm, mm, mm, hmm
Ayy, huh
Rack for rack, half a band, how they wanna do it
Dollar, Peso, again, I've been runnin' through it
This a pretty strong strand, I'm the one that grew it
Every day I get it in, this shit more than music
Get to talkin' money to me, know I speak it fluently
She said she need some money, what that got to do with me?
Take that dog to the kitchen, beat him, call it cruelty
In Ohio, me and Jules showin' off our jewelry
I do what the fuck I want. now I'm rich
**** better not call my phone 'bout no bitches
AP, this bitch bust, it cost a chicken
Before I ever owned a kit, I had two fifty
Let's get ridiculous, boy, this month, I spent like twenty just to sit
Forbes trippin', ain't gon' lie, they need to put me on the list
I got the mouth and put her out the ridin' route, she took a Lyft
Lil' bro said, "Let me out the car, this too far, I might miss it"
****, you can see my vision
My life an action movie, foreign just like Mel Gibson
Everybody playin' rich, it smell fishy
Double O, I'm really rich, this shit get real risky
Rack for rack, half a band, how they wanna do it
Dollar, Peso, again, I've been runnin' through it
This a pretty strong strand, I'm the one that grew it
Every day I get it in, this shit more than music
Get to talkin' money to me, know I speak it fluently
Hmm, I'm powered up, I do get
All these **** dick suckin', wonderin' how I do this shit
I be hustlin', I be flowin' like DJ and Ludacris
Three hundred highs, two hundred lows, but we gotta move this shit
LJ, I'm cool on it, they call you LL, huh, that's 'cause you always losin', huh
Can't be scared to win, I know about the losses too, I had to take them on the chin
Tell you one thing, it'll be a while 'fore I take one again
Every time I make a fifty, boy, I put like thirty up
A paper dollar short, I beat or murder somethin'
It's cool, baby, where your friend? I wanted her to come
That broke be on ****'s face, I see you hurtin', huh?
Rack for rack, half a band, how they wanna do it
Dollar, Peso, again, I've been runnin' through it
This a pretty strong strand, I'm the one that grew it
Every day I get it in, this shit more than music
Get to talkin' money to me, know I speak it fluently
(Rell On The Track)
(YT)
(Niizzy)
Written by: Rahkeib Smith