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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Knowles
Xavier Knowles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scooter3k
Scooter3k
Producer
Christopher McLellan
Christopher McLellan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Aye scooter you got this shit knocking Had to stay down for the come up only reason I got rich Feel like Sahbabii pull up wit a stick (hey) Naked bitches walk around my house a Pituation Im addicted to this money ATM send invitations Lit Lit Im Lit (its lit) Everything bout me lit lit its lit (its lit) Everything bout me lit lit i'm litski Everything bout me lit lit its litski Everything super lit Everything riding push start Everything super lit look at my garage Hit her one time gotta hit her some more She told me she like my dick in her throat They know i'm in charge i'm taking the score He in his feelings cause I hit his hoe Im on a yacht no jetski I got her throat yessirski I had to get lit cause I was just poor I gotta detox I gotta get ghost Cant come to this side you hate on the low Stay in the yo, i'm counting my chos They had to pick on the one they chose Gotta do it tor me I wont sell my soul Had to stay down for the come up only reason I got rich Feel like Sahbabii pull up wit a stick (hey) Naked bitches walk around my house a Pituation Im addicted to this money ATM send invitations Lit Lit Im Lit (im lit) Everything bout me lit lit its lit (its lit) Everything bout me lit lit i'm litski Everything bout me lit lit its litski I cant talk to him because I know that nigga broke You can check inside my pockets and you know I up the score All these bitches come to my side cause they know we over lit I grab that stick I send a blitz blocka blocka bitch i'm rich Too many chances I gave these niggas They cant see me on my worse day That stick gone get to shooting Got the energy from the retrograde Wont leave til I get paid Fuck that bitch it hit her hey Got it out the mud, my shooter fresh up out the cage Chain on my neck its gone bling i'm a slave If you want some beef then drop the dot thats what I crave I cant hit that bitch if she don't shave Over lit its time to raid Bite the hand that feed him still gone ask for help like its okay Don't hit that much you still my favorite Run through hoes like flipping pages She know she get whatever she want and we balling like the patriots They know i'm destined for the greatness Im fearing God thats my creator Im popping bottles on this boat Put on my cape & save the day Had to stay down for the come up only reason I got rich Feel like Sahbabii pull up wit a stick (hey) Naked bitches walk around my house a Pituation Im addicted to this money ATM send invitations Lit Lit Im Lit (im lit) Everything bout me lit lit its lit (its lit) Everything bout me lit lit i'm litski Everything bout me lit lit its litski Everything super lit Everything super large Everything super rich look at my garage Look at my garage Everything super lit Now look who in charge
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