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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Richard Ortiz
Songwriter
Samuel Greenberg
Songwriter
Andrew John Deutsch Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
Producer
DrewCash
Producer
Ben Lidsky
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Samuel Greenberg
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Wake up, F1LTHY
[Verse 1]
I was born in 2000, ****
Came from public housin', ****
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', ****
No, you gon' rat, you ain't gon' keep it solid, ****
Throw rocks out his hand, he gon' go tweet about it, ****
Racks on racks, yeah, I got that money pilin', ****
I knew 'bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, ****
Oh, you on protein, I'm on a lean diet, ****
You can't tell me about these drugs if you ain't try it, ****
Can't complain 'bout that weed if you ain't buy it, ****
Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
YVL, young vamp life, I got a vamp ho
Told that bitch I'm from 2000, she said she from '94
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a young ****, but my pockets old
Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I'm a tip her for the blow job
Get the fuck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
When I made my first million, I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings, now you hatin' on a, ****, huh?
Can't respond, can't go back and forth with no fuckin' bum
Waste of time, I swear this shit don't do me none
Met her online, I'm tryin' to see what she gon' do for son
Compliment my chain, she told me to Alex Moss, "Do me one"
Compliment her hair, I told her, "I had the same color"
[Verse 3]
Me and my bitch on the same shit, we compliment each other
I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers
I pop pills, don't do cocaine, I'm not a nose stuffer
Pussy **** talkin' shit, bitch need a muzzle
I put that shit together, my outfit a puzzle
She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
My team makin' plays, touchdown, we don't need to huddle
Can't lay up after we fuck, I don't want to cuddle
**** ain't havin' that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
Model bitch said she needed a ten, I sent that ho to Bali
Free Homixide Mali, they need to free all the reals
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain't gotta say no names, so **** don't fuck with them
Told that ho you trippin', just be 5ive, I'ma come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim
Written by: Andrew John Deutsch Hamilton, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Richard Ortiz, Samuel Greenberg