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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foogiano
Foogiano
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwame Khalil Brown
Kwame Khalil Brown
Songwriter
Lavonte Powers
Lavonte Powers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Mixing Engineer
SpiffoMadeIt
SpiffoMadeIt
Producer

Lyrics

Huh? (A-a-authentic or nothin') okay, I'm done Mmm (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch) hoe Timin' is money (money) My money abundant (abundant) I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it) Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped) 100K in my lap, my lap And I'm on that mud, leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back, my back Black as hell in Off-White If she bad, I might get her a flight Me and Rucci do her good for a night She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Knife longer than Jason I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Caught an opp down bad on vacation Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin' Thought he got away, yeah, flew down to Miami Thought that he was safe, he was with his family Yeah, I was on the beach, layin' on the towels, lookin' real rich Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch, huh? First I seen his mama, then I seen his daughter Then I seen a bitch, she was bad as hell, I told my bitch to call her, huh? Gotta watch my moves, I can't do it sloppy, no Gotta kill that nigga bystander, had too many people watchin' Mmm, but that nigga got dotted, yeah, he was playin' 'bout the bread I'm the boss man, could've sent my youngin', do this shit myself instead Mmm, catch him goin' to the car, I cock a hollow to the head I see him take it out of park, I'm finna put that boy to bed, this nigga dead Timin' is money (money) My money abundant (abundant) I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it) Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped) 100K in my lap, my lap And I'm on that mud, leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back, my back Black as hell in Off-White If she bad, I might get her a flight Me and Rucci do her good for a night She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Knife longer than Jason I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Caught an opp down bad on vacation Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin' Car started to move, I gotta move fast I jump in the back, all that pussy nigga see is my mask Yeah, then I up the Glock He scared, he in shock, in shock I told him to drive before I put your pussy ass in a box He go to the light, he said, "This ain't right", ain't right My mama and daughter, I told 'em I'll be back before it was night Yeah, he asked, "What do you want? I ain't from 'round here, I ain't bring me no cash" Do whatever you want, I get home, and I'll send you my stash This shit made me mad, he still tryna play Put the Glock in his face, told the nigga, "Man, you got a date" Yeah, yeah, nigga, you're over, hoe, you know who it is Know I go for the kill You with your family, you ain't poppin' a pill Yeah, that shit for real Timin' is money (money) My money abundant (abundant) I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it) Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped) 100K in my lap, my lap And I'm on that mud, leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back, my back Black as hell in Off-White If she bad, I might get her a flight Me and Rucci do her good for a night She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Knife longer than Jason I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Caught an opp down bad on vacation Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin' Damn, dummy, why you ain't pay? Boy, then your stupid ass gotta pay Care nothin' 'bout the tears runnin' down your face Boy, you knew the consequences you would face (hoe) Your ass gotta go (gotta go) I ain't go no sorry feelings for your folks Lackin' when ya dummy leave your ass alone Pray to God, tell him that you comin' home, huh? (Comin' home, fool) Now bust you a right Told you 'bout my money, I'd take your life Been layin' on your stupid ass every night Knew that I would catch you when the time was right, huh? And timin' is great (is great) I put a couple hollows in his face Now it look like ketchup splattered on a plate Tuck my pistol, walk away, and say my grace, huh? Then I walk by his family, they don't know a damn thing that done happened Mama smilin', baby lookin' all happy Girlfriend steady lookin' for the camera He thought he was manly Was sweet like some candy Found him slumped in the Camry That's another body dead in Miami Timin' is money (money) My money abundant (abundant) I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it) Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped) 100K in my lap, my lap And I'm on that mud, leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back, my back Black as hell in Off-White If she bad, I might get her a flight Me and Rucci do her good for a night She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Knife longer than Jason I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Caught an opp down bad on vacation Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin' Damn, dummy
Writer(s): Kwame Khalil Brown, Lavonte Powers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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