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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ro$ama
Ro$ama
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RoDarrion Harrison
RoDarrion Harrison
Songwriter
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Charles Nelson Forsberg
Songwriter
Tony Coles Anderson
Tony Coles Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TONY COLES
TONY COLES
Producer
Charley Cooks
Charley Cooks
Producer
Brandon K Johnson
Brandon K Johnson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tony Coles)
[Instrumental]
Uh
Mm, drop (Go, uh, uh, duh, dummy)
TSABB, bitch (Shit)
Had to let that bitch ride (Ayy, TSA, beep-beep, bitch)
Taliban shit, Al Qaeda, big business (Said to let that bitch roll)
600 (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Had to let that bitch ride, Tony
How I'm goin' in
[Verse 1]
Cartier watch, rose face with the diamonds inherited (Uh)
I'm him, ****, ain't no comparison (Nah)
Off from Paris, but mama said I could be more, I should've moved out to Maryland (Shit)
I'm a G, straight off the blue Gatorade (What?)
Been ballin', boy, check out my fadeaway (Check what?)
Probably in the skybox with all of my **** in here, yellin', watchin' the Lakers play (Get 'em)
I used to cry when I couldn't get them 501 jeans, now ain't nothin' but Tears in my denim
She could go numb right now, have a whole 'nother **** and I'll still have that bitch in her feelings (Right now)
Used to have lint in my pockets, now I pay a **** to come get these lint off my Dickie (No cap)
Hellcat engine, wanna live fast, better step on the gas or get in with me (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
I ball off the rim, my baby (My baby)
Come look how I live, my baby (My baby)
Designer my clothes, a whole lot of jewelry, look, I came trim, my baby (My baby)
You can come live this life, alright? (Okay)
Diamonds dance in the night, alright? (Okay)
Rich-ass ****, drippin' in fashion, I'm every bitch type, alright? (Okay)
[Verse 2]
He'll probably come piss you off (What the fuck?)
I'm the type to come play in her drawers (Get over here)
I just went and cashed out on a two thousand dollar outfit that I seen in a mall (Yes)
Off top, I'ma get to the yaper (What?)
White and blue diamonds, I'm mixin' my flavors (Mix 'em up)
Four, five, six, tryna hit on the table (Huh)
Spin the block and crash out like professional racers (Skrrt)
Shot in the stomach and give him a shit bag (Fah)
Louis V and Dior, rock a mismatch (Shit)
No mannequin style, this a rich swag (No, sir)
People askin' me, "Where did you get that?"
Nuh-uh, six-figure ****, Al Qaeda, big business
Stayed down with my partner and ran up this monyun
I'm havin' my way with this shit and they faced with this shit
While you on your ass doin' noneyun
[Chorus]
I ball off the rim, my baby (My baby)
Come look how I live, my baby (My baby)
Designer my clothes, a whole lot of jewelry, look, I came trim, my baby (My baby)
You can come live this life, alright? (Okay)
Diamonds dance in the night, alright? (Okay)
Rich-ass ****, drippin' in fashion, I'm every bitch type, alright? (Okay)
Written by: Charles Nelson Forsberg, RoDarrion Harrison, Tony Coles Anderson
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