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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miss Madeline
Miss Madeline
Vocals
Chase Icon
Chase Icon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Icon
Chase Icon
Songwriter
Madeline Novak
Madeline Novak
Songwriter
Burke Battelle
Burke Battelle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chicken
Chicken
Producer

Lyrics

Strippers, dollar bills, p-p-poppin' all these pills
Catchin' airplanes, sprayed on jeans and diamond chains
We keep it chill, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot
When we roll up to the spot they're like, "Oh my, oh my God" (Oh my God)
Hey, I'm Chase, this is Maddie
We go up, baby, drop the addy
West Coast style on the East Coast beat
Ain't something bad, but the waist on petite (Uh-huh)
Party hoppin' on our street
That's where the club and the pop girls meet
Wake up in last night's beat
Repeat ‘till the streetlights start to fade
We're so paid, livin’ in the shade
Never was a day where the hair ain't laid
Ruby red heels, yellow diamonds on the blade
Chains on cold, strawberry lemonade
We're so uh, we're so based
Brandy Melvill messin’ with the Bape
They want smoke, but we only give ‘em vape
Don't believe us? Tell ‘em roll the tape
Strippers, dollar bills, p-p-poppin' all these pills
Catchin' airplanes, sprayed on jeans and diamond chains
We keep it chill, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot
When we roll up to the spot they're like, "Oh my, oh my God" (Oh my God)
Bands make her dance
Make it, make it rain
Bands make her dance
B-b-ballin' in Balmain
Bands make her dance
Make it, make it rain
Bands make her dance
B-b-ballin' in Balmain
I wanna fly, let's get high
I wanna shine like stars in the sky
Don't got time for none of that
Playin' all the songs we like, then we run it back
He a giant, not a runner back
Pour it up, no tap and I'm lovin' that
Dirty like Christina on the track
In the low-rise jeans with the horseshoe on the back
Yeah, you know my drip skin tight
Pour it up like dirty Sprite
Off the 2C, sippin' goosey
Flyin' higher than a kite
Syrup over ice, private flights
Yeah, that's what we like
Coach in cello white, we not packin' light
Strippers, dollar bills, p-p-poppin' all these pills
Catchin' airplanes, sprayed on jeans and diamond chains
We keep it chill, dr-dr-drop it like it's hot
When we roll up to the spot they're like, "Oh my, oh my God" (Oh my God)
Bands make her dance
Make it, make it rain
Bands make her dance
B-b-ballin' in Balmain
Bands make her dance
Make it, make it rain
Bands make her dance
B-b-ballin' in Balmain
Written by: Burke Battelle, Chase Icon, Madeline Novak
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