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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Vocals
Michael Goode Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Kreider
Songwriter
Michael Goode Jr.
Songwriter
Burak Gökgöz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric "eQ" Morgenstern
Mixing Engineer
Rxkz
Producer
Treetime
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, damn, uh
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit
Without them dollar signs, let's see how far yo' bars gon' get
Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this
This Double Lamb' got no OG, just throw a beat and I'ma eat, ****
****, I don't do no beatboxin', leave your feet hot
That **** runnin' like a track star, right out them Reeboks
There's no more parties for yo' shorty, but she still gon' be a thot
Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a **** with some guap
Wit' your broke ass, your BD ain't got no cash, ho
We counted big bucks befo' I saw that TikTok, ho
Your favorite rapper prolly waitin' on the next trend, ho
I'd rather get it out the mud before you help me, ho
That boy Mike Beezy, he don't rock with me, there ain't no stoppin' me
I seen them pop up out the cut when fans start uppin' all my streams
I remember ain't nobody used to talk about my heat
I remember everything, I never throw away receipts
****, I don't do no beatboxin', leave your feet hot
That **** runnin' like a track star, right out them Reeboks
There's no more parties for your shorty, but she still gon' be a thot
Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a **** with some guap
Oh, I see they catchin' felons on me (Whoa, God)
If you see Kemp, just put the billy on it, got the city on it
I was ridin' in that Civic, homie, probably with a shorty
Now, I never like to kick it, everybody keep recordin'
Go by two things in my lifestyle
Gang money and lose ****
Everything start gettin' better, you gon' see they ain't even cool wit' ya
Bad bitches tryna fool wit' 'em, I don't want nuttin' to do with 'em
Fake love, tryna make amends, just 'cause of that lil' bitty trend on TikToks
Leave your feet hot
That **** runnin' like a track star, right out them Reeboks
There's no more parties for yo' shorty, but she still gon' be a thot
Bet that bitch gon' make it clap to find a **** with some guap
****, I go by dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah, I get that shit
Without them dollar signs, let's see how far your bars gon' get
Don't do no features 'less I know you, got no price on this
This Double Lamb' ain't got OGs, just throw a beat and I'ma eat, lil' **** (Mike Dimes)
Written by: Burak Gokgoz, Jacob Kreider, Michael Goode Jr.