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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bearface
Bearface
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Songwriter
Isaiah Merriweather
Isaiah Merriweather
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Bearface
Bearface
Producer
Kiko Merley
Kiko Merley
Producer
Matt Mysko
Matt Mysko
Assistant Engineer
Andy Maxwell
Andy Maxwell
Assistant Engineer
Chris Parker
Chris Parker
Assistant Engineer
Jabari Manwa
Jabari Manwa
Producer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, get—[censored]—turn that shit over, boy! ¿Cómo se dice? Don't touch on me with them dedos I minimize all your credentials, I maximize all of my pesos I want that dance that can do it, give it to me straight, don't dilute it I'm one-handed like Odell, numb the pain like Orajel Up and down like Gopher Bear, hand on me like, "Oh, well" What that smell like? Oh, Chanel? Way too deep like depths in hell Need a smokin' shot of whiskey, down this bitch like, oh, they prissy Talkin' smack, oh, don't get lippy, love on you, oh, don't forget me Coming like—ee, ee, ee, ee, woah, woah, woah Take it back—ee, ee, ee, ee, woah, woah, woah Talkin' em—ee, ee, ee, ee, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Radiation is present, got my reflection iridescent Every little moment I step in, might shift the planets direction Glitch in the system is present, you might wanna check the connection I don't give a fuck about freshmans, I don't give a fuck about veterans If your perception ain't ascendin', it's no reason for extension Of my energy, this shit only happens once in a century It's elementary when all you speak is rudimentary Paradiddles hidden in riddles vapid and accessories So please don't get it mistaken, opportunities taken Didn't want to be patient, we had to fight for this thing Ain't no actin' complacent, the disrespect been too blatant We claim this spot from the basement, so tell me, who you again? Oh, you was this, you was that? But now you washed and you hate it? You takin' shots with revolvers, I got two drones at the station Hit the button, they might come and leave your legacy vacant You paved a path we didn't want to get demolished with agin' We get money, get dough Dame más, mi princesa says so (Ehhhh!) Even though my teeth not gold Baby girl know our pockets drip folds (Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!) We get money, get dough Dame más, mi princesa says so (Ehhhh!) Even though my teeth not gold Baby girl know our pockets drip folds Money on my–, money on my– Niggas that I–, niggas that I– We said what's up–, we said what's up– Message that I–, message that I– Call her brother–, call her brother– Niggas lookin'–, niggas lookin'– Let my niggas–, let my niggas– Niggas with that–, niggas with that– Ee, ee, ee, ee, woah, woah, woah Talkin' 'bout—ee, ee, ee, ee, woah, woah, woah Talkin' em—ee, ee, ee, ee, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Writer(s): Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Isaiah Merriweather, Dominique Simpson, Ciaran Mcdonald, Jabari Manwarring, Ian Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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