More songs by Offset
Description
Rapvocalist: Offset
Producer: Go Grizzly
Producer: Cadenza
Producer: London Jae
Recording Engineer: JRich ENT.
Additional Engineer: Ladarius Byrd
Mixing Engineer: Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Additional Mixing Engineer: Emiliano Olocco
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
A& R: Jerel “Rel” Nance
A& R: Ian Holder
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
Composer Lyricist: Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Composer Lyricist: Kevin Price
Composer Lyricist: Oliver Rodigan
Composer Lyricist: Jaucquez Lowe
Composer Lyricist: Darryl Clemons
Composer Lyricist: Jerel Nance
Lyrics and translation
Original
The richer the road, I kit up the bros
These niggas hoes, I know that fasho
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flippin' the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass, it froze
Margiela my ho, I be stylin' her clothes
Put a lock on the door so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stackin' up on the backends fasho
I'm turnin' regular shit into fine shit
I take her tears and I turn 'em to diamonds
Don't crack her, I kill it, then get me exotic
Got so much of this shit, I know how to design it
Lil' bitty bitch tryna get in my mix
You can't pop it like this, I go hit after hit
Push a button in the coupe, make the trunk do a trick
It go la-la-la-la like the switch got a glitch
I'm still (still) the one gettin' money, the M's (M's)
Got mansion, LA, Hidden hills (hills)
I'm young Uncle Phil, you Will
Fresh prince of the A, what's the deal?
Book a PJ to pick up the drink
I'm on first name basis at the bank
I'm rockin' Ricky, pocket full of franks
Off with the top, I'm sharper than a shank
The richer the road, I kit up the bros
These niggas hoes, I know that fasho
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flippin' the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass, it froze
Margiela my ho, I be stylin' her clothes
Put a lock on the door so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stackin' up on the backends fasho
Stackin' up on the backends, top floor
Penthouse vibes all tens
No matter what they say, I'ma count my wins
No matter how I play, I'ma count my bands
What can I say? Baby, I'm him
Lil' bitty waist, let's make a film
I'm on the way, everything trim
Home of the braves, but the Nawfside them
Niggas ain't loyal, cross-eyed them
Shawty get spoiled, a light lil' slim
Black push oil, gold on rims
Your chain foil, you can fool all them
Racks in the Goyard, I'm him
I don't really know y'all, y'all shrimps
You ever wanna go march, pop him
The 'Rari like a go-kart, I'm locked in (skrrt)
The richer the road, I kit up the bros
These niggas hoes, I know that fasho
Got diamonds and gold, I'm flippin' the load
Straight drop out the pot, hit the glass, it froze
Margiela my ho, I be stylin' her clothes
Put a lock on the door so the P ain't exposed
I sponsor her lifestyle, I'm in control
I'm stackin' up on the backends fasho
I'm stackin' up on the backends fasho
I'm stackin' up on the backends fasho