Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yg Teck
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yg Teck
Songwriter
Dorian Tate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yg Teck
Producer
Lyrics
Yes
Huhhhh
Sheeeeshhh
Haaaaaaaaaa
Everything touch a niga hands ima get it gone no difference
Real trapper and I know the game. Milk it til it's gone Go Missing
Hit the club picking up deposits
Hit the club to show off my bitches
It depends what I cut it wit I never let em
know all my mixes
Be fucked up and get it back goin quick
How it go in my district
I can never leave the game alone if I did I know ima miss it
Dope game or a restaurant pay attention know all my business
I'm turned up ion give uh fuck hit the club blowing my riches
No competition
Bottle wars is you tripping
All my bitches cars paid off never do notes if she listen
Everybody don't get the same me
Some NO and some getting it
Alo if we just fucking if I brought a watch then she different
580 Benz favorite car bitch hug me tight when I turn
Was fucked up most my life Mhmmmm it's only rite it's my turn
I ain't wait for them to see the vision
Had to get it rite and I learned
Why these Nigas goin stay broke and I ain't got the slightest concern
Everything touch a niga hands ima get it gone no difference
Real trapper and I know the game. Milk it til it's gone Go Missing
Hit the club picking up deposits
Hit the club to show off my bitches
It depends what I cut it wit I never let em
know all my mixes
Be fucked up and get it back goin quick
How it go in my district
I can never leave the game alone if I did I know ima miss it
Dope game or a restaurant pay attention know all my business
I'm turned up ion give uh fuck hit the club blowing my riches
Everything in this world for me
So what's yours basically mines
Made the Rumblez do a 60 ball off the pz
Waste me a dime
Ain't no real presi that you got if it ain't day date and the time
Musta been a no bail ain't a niga round me ain't making no bond
Probably catch me at the met gala or the fet table putting shit together
You know me love a freak. Mother like "mmmm" boy you need to pick em better
Soon as I got on my feet I was helping Nigas get on they toes
I put my bitch in that shit
I love when my bitch shit on these hoes
Ima have my way in the summer cuz I made the winter time count
62s 125s 250s making mines bounce
Nigas ain't really having money all these Nigas got is they clothes
Spend the summer over seas or with the ps if iont get to line up no shows
Everything touch a niga hands ima get it gone no difference
Real trapper and I know the game. Milk it til it's gone Go Missing
Hit the club picking up deposits
Hit the club to show off my bitches
It depends what I cut it wit I never let em
know all my mixes
Be fucked up and get it back goin quick
How it go in my district
I can never leave the game alone if I did I know ima miss it
Dope game or a restaurant pay attention know all my business
I'm turned up ion give uh fuck hit the club blowing my riches brokeyyyy
Written by: Dorian Tate, Yg Teck