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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zillionaire Doe
Zillionaire Doe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armondo Griffin
Armondo Griffin
Songwriter
Adroaldo Luiz de Santana Junior
Adroaldo Luiz de Santana Junior
Songwriter
Bryzgalov Artemii Sergeevich
Bryzgalov Artemii Sergeevich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Mixing Engineer
Max Garson
Max Garson
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
CarouselBain
CarouselBain
Producer
Santana Star Beats
Santana Star Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You can send a thousand for the team, we gon' flush 'em
Palms sweating hard, we tryna get 'em past the customs
Youngest Boss, ****
Santana Star Beats
[Chorus]
Told bro send a thousand for the team, we gon' flush 'em
Palms sweating hard, tryna get 'em past the customs
I'm a full-time rapper, bro got 'em, ****, rush 'em
40 thousand for these teeth, hittin' hard, ain't even have to brush 'em
World tuned in, listening to my dope stories
Can't be scared to take no trip, no nuts, no glory
We lost a few times, but we won way more
I got plugs everywhere, I'm my daddy's son fasho
[Verse 1]
When them things touch down, **** we get to breakdancing
Asked the jeweler for a deal, that's why your shit ain't dancing
Me and bro shot to Houston to fuck with Johnny, that's why our shit dancing
Made plays everywhere from Birmingham, ****, to St. Francis
Made plays everywhere from South Dallas, ****, to The Grove
Went Moissanite watch on them folks? Boy, you too bold
I know a plug like Chapo, that **** too cold
I know I made some millions off this shit, found a loophole
I told you walk light around here, it's a dope zone
Clientele calling, promoter calling, on the same phone
Turn a loft downtown to a dope spot
Where I'm from, if you don't make it to the league, you gotta sell rocks
Youngest Boss, ****
Where I'm from, if you don't make it to the league, you gotta sell rocks
Four years old, seen my momma sell cocaine
****, I can tell you the ins and outs about the dope game
[Chorus]
Told bro send a thousand for the team, we gon' flush 'em
Palms sweating hard, tryna get 'em past the customs
I'm a full-time rapper, bro got 'em, ****, rush 'em
40 thousand for these teeth, hittin' hard, ain't even have to brush 'em
World tuned in, listening to my dope stories
Can't be scared to take no trip, no nuts, no glory
We lost a few times, but we won way more
I got plugs everywhere, I'm my daddy's son fasho
[Verse 2]
They know the pack good, when they get it, don't even check it
Thumbing through them hunnids, made me miss my exit
Know to FaceTime about the business, why you text it?
I just burnt her for the head, pulled off, ain't even sex it
Got a box gone, turnt up to Get It Sexyy
She send me five attachments, text her back, "Get it, sexy"
Way before this rap shit, we was just some dope boys
Ese numbers good, but the work always moist
Ese got good numbers, but the work always wet
Youngest Boss, I'm in Louie fuckin' up a check
[Outro]
Tell you bout the ins and the outs bout the dope game
Four years old, watched my momma sell cocaine
Written by: Adroaldo Luiz de Santana Junior, Armondo Griffin, Bryzgalov Artemii Sergeevich
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