Released: March 22, 2019

Songwriter: Money Musik Jordan “Trouble” Bacchus NAV

Producer: Jordan “Trouble” Bacchus NAV Money Musik

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Gave into my thoughts, I can't ignore these voices anymore
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Pillow-talking your business to these bitches, you ain't one of us
Bitch start blowin' me kisses when she heard me start my engine up
Ain't granting none of her wishes just because I got my money up
Got a big bag, you don't want smoke with us
Say you got money, you barely up
I'm givin' bitches pity fucks
I get a check and fuck it up
Hundreds stacked tall as a monster truck
I be the last one acting tough
We gon' shoot first and watch 'em duck
Been all in, I can call their bluff
Yeah, I done sold a lot of things but I would never sell my soul (My soul)
Diamonds biting and I got a Rollie yellow gold (It's gold)
I am not lying in the stories that I told
I ain't tryna fuck on a new bitch my bros don't know

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Give into my thoughts, I can't ignore these voices any more
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
Pockets filled up with faces, I see dead people everywhere I go
Spend it but I work too hard just to waste it on a petty ho
Rockin' my closet, I can't tell you my favorite, I got plenty clothes
Got a big bag, got some bags of dope
I don't do it myself, but I got some coke
Protect my wealth, gotta check for the pole
If rap don't work, goin' back to the bowl
Say you real, you ain't solid though
Check the paperwork and you told
Yeah, grew up in the jungle now I'm leadin' a pack of wolves
When we come around, all your bitches gettin' took
All my haters keep getting madder, as they should
That's a good indication that I'm doing good

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don't like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Give into my thoughts, I can't ignore these voices any more
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, "There they go"
The money goin' where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon' turn you vegetable

NAV

Navraj Singh Goraya (born November 3, 1989), popularly known as NAV, is an Indian-Canadian recording artist, record producer, and engineer from Rexdale, Ontario, Canada, a district of Toronto. His parents are both from the state of Punjab in India and are fluent in the Punjabi language; NAV himself is fluent in both English and Punjabi and practices the religion of Sikhism, the religion the majority of Punjabs practice.

Following in the footsteps of Canadian singer The Weeknd, the co-founder and leader of XO and a frequent collaborator of his, NAV has preferred to let his SoundCloud do the talking in the early stages of his career. Although going largely unnoticed at the time of its release, NAV’s first noteworthy production credit was in July 2015 when he helped co-produce Drake’s diss track towards Meek Mill, “Back to Back.”

After hearing a string of successful SoundCloud hits, including the self-produced “Myself,” in 2016, Amir “Cash” Esmailian,, the co-founder and manager of XO, reached out to NAV, giving him an opportunity to expand from the revolutionary music platform. NAV has grabbed numerous features since linking up with The Weeknd and the rest of XO, consisting of Belly, 88GLAM, and Black Atlass. His first and arguably most recognizable feature (which he also solely produced) is Travis Scott’s September 2016 song, “beibs in the trap,” from Travis' sophomore studio album, Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight.