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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zillionaire Doe
Zillionaire Doe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armondo Griffin
Armondo Griffin
Songwriter
Quinten Hofman
Quinten Hofman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fuelz
Fuelz
Producer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Mixing Engineer
Max Garson
Max Garson
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain't no need to tell a **** fucked up, **** gotta get it
On the road all the time, tryna get a zilli
Think you sold more bags than us, man, you **** silly
This another easy kill like my **** Willy
Got it from them, it came from me, serve the whole city
Got low, got high, always busy
Tryna meet a real plug, gotta go the distance
Four months made a killin', Mac a livin' witness
****, this shit on the floor
Down to my last fifty, **** getting low
It ain't nothing but phone call, **** get some more
I ain't gotta move a muscle, they gone all go
Had a good day at the house chillin'
**** can't stop shit, already written
Ain't bringing nothing to the house, everything hidden
Paid a house for this kit, everything hidden
Paid a house for this kit, everything hidden
In the club, having fun, tryna touch the ceiling
I can go and spend sum, stayed down, and pay it off
Fuckin' with a boss, might as well just check it off
Playing in these streets, gotta watch for the crows
When I get some free time, study Birdman & Ross
Ran off on the source, think you won but you lost
Fuck running off, motivative you, be a boss
[Verse 2]
Found a plug get the whole team rich, ****
Acting like a gangsta, whole time he a snitch
**** tricked hisself out the streets thinking with his dick
Brung a bitch to his house, now he finna get blitz
Post every move on the gram, now them **** in yo shit
Tryna last in these streets, **** gotta have some sense
Number one rule, find a plug, stay loyal
Number two rule, put some money up for a lawyer
[Verse 3]
Youngest Boss, twenty-two, I'm the blueprint
Name clean, riding through the city no tint
****, I can go and spend a hundred and it won't leave a dent
Want me to sign these papers? Make it make sense
For my ****, I ain't trippin, go the extra length
People say they down for you gotta peep the hints
Hundred more came in, now they past tense
Forty thousand dollars in my jeans got me saggin'
Thumbin' thru these hundreds right now, I ain't braggin'
On the way to the bank, just laughin'
Everything that I got, I got before the deal
My bitch tell me all the time I keep it too real
I got a plug, you got a plug that's just how it is
Four thousand square feet how a **** live
In Miami with the gang, finna hit LIV
Only get to live once **** fuck the bill
Vacation, thirty thousand fuck off money
Tired of these white teeth, thinking about Johnny
Winnertime grind, same clothes **** think it's funny
Hehe-haha, catch me when it's sunny
We gonna see who was working, see who was playing
Every time my phone ring, know it's about them bands
Feds giving football numbers, why you **** playin'
Bro got indicted for an operation he wasn't even in
[Outro]
Should I end it right here or go back in?
Want it to last a little longer, listen what i'm sayin'
Beat the pot till it lock, you can get a Benz
Get in, get out, gotta have a plan, ****
Get in, get out, gotta have a plan
Whole lotta free game, listen what i'm sayin'
Written by: Armondo Griffin, Quinten Hofman
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