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Description
Featured Vocals: Lil Durk
Assistant Mixer: Anthony Vilchis
Immersive Mixer: David Pizzimenti
A And R Administrator: Eric King
Producer: FNZ
Engineer: Justin Gibson
Mixer: Manny Marroquin
Producer: Mustard
Producer: Nic Nac
Masterer: Nicolas de Porcel
Engineer: Rafael Fai Bautista
Immersive Mixer: Rafael Fai Bautista
Producer: Tom Levesque
Assistant Mixer: Trey Station
Producer: Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals: Ty Dolla $ign
Producer: Waterboy
Assistant Mixer: Zach Pereyra
Writer: Dijon McFarlane
Writer: Durk Derrick Banks
Writer: Isaac De Boni
Writer: Lucien Parker
Writer: Melvin “4Rest” Moore
Writer: Michael Mule
Writer: Nicholas Balding
Writer: Nicholas “Nic Nac” Balding
Writer: Samin Khan
Writer: Thomas Levesque
Writer: Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Lyrics and translation
Original
-What's that on that beat, Lil' Boat? -On top of the world, me and my clique.
Got it out the mud, now we all lit.
This how it feel to be rich, black, and poppin'. Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, me and my twin.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My friends, my niggas, my gang. Who they think they playin' with?
Who in God's name? Hangin' out the Lamb', I drive it suicide thing. Who been smokin', Midgie?
You ain't doin' high grade. Know I gotta make a good first impression.
Fuck her from the back, lettin' out all my aggression, yeah.
Hustle me go got you actin' reckless. Sex you with the lights on, still got on my necklace, yeah.
I bought some bottles and bitches for me and my friends.
How many years? Lil' bro done came in advance.
Stop countin' my pockets, just know that I'm gettin' my ends.
I might spend it all on my friends. On top of the world, me and my clique.
Got it out the mud, now we all lit.
This how it feel to be rich, black, and poppin'. Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, me and my twin. Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, -yeah, yeah.
-Uh, that ain't your dog, you ain't got the same opps. That's my mud brother, got love for him like the same pops. You know
I love you, I'll send the real addy to the main slot.
You know that's twin in him, same thoughts, same Glocks. Bitch, you think too much. You tryna fight me 'cause
I'm sober, bitch, you drink too much.
And if we fuck, he sit outside 'cause he don't know who to trust. They stopped my residency at Drai's, my case too much.
I was fightin' my gun case by my lonely.
These are my brothers who I'm with, these not my homies. For his baby shower, ain't have no money, I gave him one G.
Call his mama my mama or call her auntie.
On top of the world, me and my clique.
Got it out the mud, now we all lit.
This how it feel to be rich, black, and poppin'. Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, me and my twin.
Yeah, me and my friends. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
English translation
-What's that on that beat, Lil' Boat? -On top of the world, me and my clique.
Got it out the mud, now we all lit.
This how it feel to be rich, black, and poppin'. Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, me and my twin.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My friends, my niggas, my gang. Who they think they playin' with?
Who in God's name? Hangin' out the Lamb', I drive it suicide thing. Who been smokin', Midgie?
You ain't doin' high grade. Know I gotta make a good first impression.
Fuck her from the back, lettin' out all my aggression, yeah.
Hustle me go got you actin' reckless. Sex you with the lights on, still got on my necklace, yeah.
I bought some bottles and bitches for me and my friends.
How many years? Lil' bro done came in advance.
Stop countin' my pockets, just know that I'm gettin' my ends.
I might spend it all on my friends. On top of the world, me and my clique.
Got it out the mud, now we all lit.
This how it feel to be rich, black, and poppin'. Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, me and my twin. Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, -yeah, yeah.
-Uh, that ain't your dog, you ain't got the same opps. That's my mud brother, got love for him like the same pops. You know
I love you, I'll send the real addy to the main slot.
You know that's twin in him, same thoughts, same Glocks. Bitch, you think too much. You tryna fight me 'cause
I'm sober, bitch, you drink too much.
And if we fuck, he sit outside 'cause he don't know who to trust. They stopped my residency at Drai's, my case too much.
I was fightin' my gun case by my lonely.
These are my brothers who I'm with, these not my homies. For his baby shower, ain't have no money, I gave him one G.
Call his mama my mama or call her auntie.
On top of the world, me and my clique.
Got it out the mud, now we all lit.
This how it feel to be rich, black, and poppin'. Fuck your feelings, I can hear the money callin'.
Yeah, me and my friends.
Yeah, me and my twin.
Yeah, me and my friends. Yeah, yeah, yeah.