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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Lattisch
Alexander Lattisch
Songwriter
Jack Thierer
Jack Thierer
Songwriter
Michael Washington Jr
Michael Washington Jr
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LANDR
LANDR
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
MikeWavvs
MikeWavvs
Producer
Yakree
Yakree
Producer
casio5k
casio5k
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, ayy, uh, let's do it, ayy (****)
[Chorus]
Black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin' lanes (Switchin' lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (Skii)
Shades on in the club, I can't see a thing (On God)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (Make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch 'em swang (Ugh)
Could've bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (Ice)
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (They know my name)
[Verse 1]
If you ain't about your bag, then stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
I need a money counter, this shit on the floor (Floor)
Takin' pictures with my fans in the corner store (Yeah)
This the life all these **** really dreamin' for (No cap)
This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (In that mode)
This that get-money music, don't listen if you're broke (If you're broke)
This that shit that make a **** wanna beat the road (Beat the road)
This that shit that make a **** feel like fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes)
You ain't never talkin' money, keep your mouth closed (Mouth closed)
Chase some money, ****, and stop chasin' clout 'fore you run into a drought, bro (Yeah)
Let these hoes trick him, now that **** 'bout broke, huh, yeah (Dumb-ass ****)
[Chorus]
Black truck, blowin' gas and we switchin' lanes (Switchin' lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (A lot of chains)
Shades on in the club, I can't see a thing (Can't see a thing)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (Can make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch 'em swang (Ugh)
Could've bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (On God)
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane (On a plane)
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (Skii)
[Outro]
This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (Yeah)
This that get-money music, don't listen if you're broke (If you're broke)
This that shit that make a **** wanna beat the road (Beat the road)
This that shit that make a **** feel like fuck these hoes
Feel like fuck these hoes
This that shit that make a **** wanna beat the road
Yeah, don't listen if you're broke
Written by: Alexander Lattisch, Jack Thierer, Michael Washington Jr, Radric Delantic Davis, Tyler Meeks, Xavier Dotson
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