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Performed By: Ad
Featuring: Rich The Kid
Length: 2:35
Written by: Phile Ade, Dimitri Roger




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[ Featuring Rich The Kid ]

Uh, uh, huh
They like, "'Dé, what you been on?" (What you been on?)
I tell them, "Nada", throw my Prada low slip-on (put my slip-on)
Don't be tryna let these niggas know my every move (move)
For that plottin' keep a clip it go Benny Boom (pew pew)
Give me room, we at Papi in the back blowin' pack like it's hookah
Just had two cups of the yak, shawty fat, introduce her (what's good?)
Said she from Chicago and she model for the 'Gram
She do Fashion Nova products, do Pilates when she can (oh yeah)
What's the plan? Let's be on the way (on the way)
Call your friends, don't call it a day (woo)
I been in my bag, Ric Flair been the move
Probably somewhere where it's sunny, need my Cher to come through (ooh)

Ain't it somethin' (somethin'), made it out from nothin' yeah (yeah)
For them hunnids (hunnids), moving out them onions, yeah (yeah)
Now they know me (yeah), Tokyo to Tennessee (they know me)
Same homies (homies), kept the same energy
Keep it one thousand how I operate (hey)
On my own tune, never ride the wave (hey)
God saves for me, you know I'ma get it
Met Justine twice so the sky ain't the limit

I been saving for the coupe, spent six fixin' mama roof
I been in the booth, spittin' writtens like a missing tooth
Why you bullshitting? Your bitch in my kitchen whippin' up
Youngin on a mission you want (Rich) recognition listen up

What you been doin'? (What?)
Rackin' stackin' flexing on purpose (huh?)
Porsche swervin', she nervous (yeah)
Drop some racks in her Birkin (racks)
Ooh, I gotta flex too (too)
50 my neck boo (fifty)
Might run with a TEC too (hrrah)
My wrist is so cool
I got the money gon' double up (double up)
Broke nigga get your hustle up (hustle up)
These little niggas they can't f*ck with us (f*ck with us)
Bentley truck, I might mount it up (skr, skr, skr)
Nah, don't want the fake love (fake)
I can't f*ck with no scrub (nah)
Droppin' hundreds in the tub (what)
Cut her off for the mud (lean)

Ain't it somethin' (somethin'), made it out from nothin' yeah (yeah)
For them hunnids (hunnids), moving out them onions, yeah (yeah)
Now they know me (yeah), Tokyo to Tennessee (they know me)
Same homies (homies), kept the same energy
Keep it one thousand how I operate (hey)
On my own tune, never ride the wave (hey)
God saves for me, you know I'ma get it
Met Justine twice so the sky ain't the limit
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Uh, uh, huh
They like, "'Dé, what you been on?" (What you been on?)
I tell them, "Nada", throw my Prada low slip-on (put my slip-on)
Don't be tryna let these niggas know my every move (move)
For that plottin' keep a clip it go Benny Boom (pew pew)
Give me room, we at Papi in the back blowin' pack like it's hookah
Just had two cups of the yak, shawty fat, introduce her (what's good?)
Said she from Chicago and she model for the 'Gram
She do Fashion Nova products, do Pilates when she can (oh yeah)
What's the plan? Let's be on the way (on the way)
Call your friends, don't call it a day (woo)
I been in my bag, Ric Flair been the move
Probably somewhere where it's sunny, need my Cher to come through (ooh)

Ain't it somethin' (somethin'), made it out from nothin' yeah (yeah)
For them hunnids (hunnids), moving out them onions, yeah (yeah)
Now they know me (yeah), Tokyo to Tennessee (they know me)
Same homies (homies), kept the same energy
Keep it one thousand how I operate (hey)
On my own tune, never ride the wave (hey)
God saves for me, you know I'ma get it
Met Justine twice so the sky ain't the limit

I been saving for the coupe, spent six fixin' mama roof
I been in the booth, spittin' writtens like a missing tooth
Why you bullshitting? Your bitch in my kitchen whippin' up
Youngin on a mission you want (Rich) recognition listen up

What you been doin'? (What?)
Rackin' stackin' flexing on purpose (huh?)
Porsche swervin', she nervous (yeah)
Drop some racks in her Birkin (racks)
Ooh, I gotta flex too (too)
50 my neck boo (fifty)
Might run with a TEC too (hrrah)
My wrist is so cool
I got the money gon' double up (double up)
Broke nigga get your hustle up (hustle up)
These little niggas they can't f*ck with us (f*ck with us)
Bentley truck, I might mount it up (skr, skr, skr)
Nah, don't want the fake love (fake)
I can't f*ck with no scrub (nah)
Droppin' hundreds in the tub (what)
Cut her off for the mud (lean)

Ain't it somethin' (somethin'), made it out from nothin' yeah (yeah)
For them hunnids (hunnids), moving out them onions, yeah (yeah)
Now they know me (yeah), Tokyo to Tennessee (they know me)
Same homies (homies), kept the same energy
Keep it one thousand how I operate (hey)
On my own tune, never ride the wave (hey)
God saves for me, you know I'ma get it
Met Justine twice so the sky ain't the limit
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Writer: Phile Ade, Dimitri Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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