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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Anthony Woart Jr.
Anthony Woart Jr.
Songwriter
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Papi Yerr
Papi Yerr
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Mixing Engineer
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Producer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Broke and bummy, down bad, I didn't have a thing Got some money, it's funny how people change Selling rock with the Glock, I was hitting plays Like The Rock, you can smell what I'm cooking, mane Murda block, seven J's in my Michael J's Sign to Roc, I do years and fly private planes Me and Jigga talk figures, he give me game Me and my niggas split millions like Jigga Dame I sold yay, like Adidas, it wasn't easy Called my chopper Kim K and put niggas on TV Used to rob like Kardashian, Blac Chyna Spent a mil on APs and Balenciagas I was rich, now I'm richer, bustdown Richard Millie On my grind for some time, then I made a milly Can't go out like 6ix9ine, I'ma touch a billy Chased a mil in a week, like I'm Meek in Philly Murda block, seven J's in my Michael J's Sign to Roc, I do years and fly private planes Me and Jigga talk figures, he give me game Me and my niggas split millions like Jigga Dame Not a doctor but I pour the wok In a pineapple Fanta and mix it like Purple Rain Waka Flocka, I used to play choppers for dollars But now I'm on stage like I'm Gucci Mane Broken foot, now they calling me boujee, mane Gucci, Louis, switch bills like I'm Pootie Tang Mike Amiri, don't do the Ksubi, mane You can tell I'm the shit like a dookie stain Never change on my gang, got the same bros Got the same number, getting jail calls from J-Lo Getting FaceTimed from J. Cole on the same phone At the Roc Nation brunch, eating lunch with Hov Had the Glock, it might touch you, ain't even know Selling rock with the Glock, I was hitting plays Like The Rock, you can smell what I'm cooking, mane Murda block, seven J's in my Michael J's Sign to Roc, I do years and fly private planes Me and Jigga talk figures, he give me game Me and my niggas split millions like Jigga Dame I sold yay, like Adidas, it wasn't easy Called my chopper Kim K and put niggas on TV Used to rob like Kardashian, Blac Chyna Spent a mil on APs and Balenciagas Used to trap with the package and wrap the product Started rapping and trapping and making dollars Walking lick, talking shit, you can't rob the robber Get you hit with the stick like a piñata Used to take xannies I was stayin' with my Grannies Now I'm front row, got a seat at the Grammy's Mama couldn't serve me so I act like my daddy Now I thumb through the bands, I'm the man of the family
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur, Anthony Woart Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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