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Description
Producer: Desmos
Vocals: Lil Baby
Assistant Mixer: Matthew Robinson
Masterer, Mixer: Richard DeBarry
Vocals: Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals: Veeze
Producer: Wana
Writer: Antione Barrel
Writer: Dominque Armani Jones
Writer: Herbert Waters
Writer: Karon Vantrees
Writer: Rylo Rodriguez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Get rich or die trying, Wunna, it's the only way.
That pussy cost way too much, I can't act broke, it don't work.
I'm really just one of them ones, I'm acting like Kyrie Irving.
I'm popping my shit 'cause it's fun, I obviously committed a murder.
I'm hitting that shit on the low, but what he don't know won't hurt him.
I'm treating these niggas like something for real, they saying the shit that I talk.
This bitch probably think I'm Elaine low-key, I bought her a Persian, don't talk to her.
My closet don't got no more space for the twin, it's crazy, I outgrew the mall.
She switching her bag every day of the week, the Louis V just for a dog.
I'm bragging about shit that I bought, this shit don't even come in your thoughts.
I got twenty K in Joe watches, baby, that shit on the floor like a mop.
He locked up for blacking her eye, that bitch had her eyes on the prize. My granddaddy want me in college, I'm trapping and billing like
Nino Brown. I'm treating my bitches like dolls, I pay for her lashes and brows.
My motor so motherfucking loud, the bitch got a thousand horsepower.
I wanna stop rapping sometime, my money keep changing my mind. My wrist gums are bigger than
Brown, my diamonds look Mary J. Blige.
That pussy cost way too much, I can't act broke, it don't work. I'm really just one of them ones, nigga, I'm acting like Kyrie
Irving.
I put a demon on top of the Veyron, I put the money on top of your head.
Thought it was brown, I knew it was red, if I stomach growl, I'm feeding the meds.
We going with her to get an abortion, and in a word, I'm sending her bread.
Dumb little dog, he need an attorney, but I need to work, you see what he said?
I put the truth in vanish mode, if she change it back, I'm blacking the page.
Soon as I hit, one shot like Sanders, saw her in public, she gave us the wave.
I put millions in the bank and put my watches in the safe.
I got drip at home, I never bought the outfits on display. New bezel, sky dwelling, been on turf in a minute.
Baby bottles around the condo like I'm burping an infant.
Paid three thousand for a Whitney Houston shirt, it was vintage.
They turn hip-hop to kickback, lil' boy swag, white mid-tops.
Grab money free, I wish I would stop, bags four thousand, got the hood locked.
She ain't my type unless her ass soft, I ain't got nothing against an ass shot.
Hit it from the back and then I passed out, spent ten racks for a stash spot.
All us felons, but we gun slanging, pink slip gang, no car payment.
New Hermes for my fine chick, she okay with being a side bitch. I'm okay with getting richer, dropped a milli on a
Richard.
I'm for another, and it's a different one, I'm a different level, I'm the big one. Yeah, spank that baby, now they got the hush mouth, they ain't vocal.
I shut down stores all around the globe, I ain't local.
Whole year locked in, stay down, nigga, I'm focused. Bitch boyfriend trying to leave text messages, he bogus.
Wish I would buy a bitch a car to fuck, nigga, I'm focused.
Run for president around this motherfucker, nigga, I vote it.
That pussy cost way too much, I can't -act broke, it won't work.
-I'm really just one of them ones, I'm -acting like Kyrie Irving.
-I'm popping my shit 'cause it's fun, I obviously committing a murder. I'm hitting that shit on the low. . .
Can't be fucked with, boy, you know the fuck going on.
English translation
Get rich or die trying, Wunna, it's the only way.
That pussy cost way too much, I can't act broke, it don't work.
I'm really just one of them ones, I'm acting like Kyrie Irving.
I'm popping my shit 'cause it's fun, I obviously committed a murder.
I'm hitting that shit on the low, but what he don't know won't hurt him.
I'm treating these niggas like something for real, they saying the shit that I talk.
This bitch probably think I'm Elaine low-key, I bought her a Persian, don't talk to her.
My closet don't got no more space for the twin, it's crazy, I outgrew the mall.
She switching her bag every day of the week, the Louis V just for a dog.
I'm bragging about shit that I bought, this shit don't even come in your thoughts.
I got twenty K in Joe watches, baby, that shit on the floor like a mop.
He locked up for blacking her eye, that bitch had her eyes on the prize. My granddaddy want me in college, I'm trapping and billing like
Nino Brown. I'm treating my bitches like dolls, I pay for her lashes and brows.
My motor so motherfucking loud, the bitch got a thousand horsepower.
I wanna stop rapping sometime, my money keep changing my mind. My wrist gums are bigger than
Brown, my diamonds look Mary J. Blige.
That pussy cost way too much, I can't act broke, it don't work. I'm really just one of them ones, nigga, I'm acting like Kyrie
Irving.
I put a demon on top of the Veyron, I put the money on top of your head.
Thought it was brown, I knew it was red, if I stomach growl, I'm feeding the meds.
We going with her to get an abortion, and in a word, I'm sending her bread.
Dumb little dog, he need an attorney, but I need to work, you see what he said?
I put the truth in vanish mode, if she change it back, I'm blacking the page.
Soon as I hit, one shot like Sanders, saw her in public, she gave us the wave.
I put millions in the bank and put my watches in the safe.
I got drip at home, I never bought the outfits on display. New bezel, sky dwelling, been on turf in a minute.
Baby bottles around the condo like I'm burping an infant.
Paid three thousand for a Whitney Houston shirt, it was vintage.
They turn hip-hop to kickback, lil' boy swag, white mid-tops.
Grab money free, I wish I would stop, bags four thousand, got the hood locked.
She ain't my type unless her ass soft, I ain't got nothing against an ass shot.
Hit it from the back and then I passed out, spent ten racks for a stash spot.
All us felons, but we gun slanging, pink slip gang, no car payment.
New Hermes for my fine chick, she okay with being a side bitch. I'm okay with getting richer, dropped a milli on a
Richard.
I'm for another, and it's a different one, I'm a different level, I'm the big one. Yeah, spank that baby, now they got the hush mouth, they ain't vocal.
I shut down stores all around the globe, I ain't local.
Whole year locked in, stay down, nigga, I'm focused. Bitch boyfriend trying to leave text messages, he bogus.
Wish I would buy a bitch a car to fuck, nigga, I'm focused.
Run for president around this motherfucker, nigga, I vote it.
That pussy cost way too much, I can't -act broke, it won't work.
-I'm really just one of them ones, I'm -acting like Kyrie Irving.
-I'm popping my shit 'cause it's fun, I obviously committing a murder. I'm hitting that shit on the low. . .
Can't be fucked with, boy, you know the fuck going on.