Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Songwriter
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
Greg Sekeres
Greg Sekeres
Producer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Recording Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
John Bruington
John Bruington
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yung Lan on the track James about that check, boy (Aminé) Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park (Yee) Now, young Aminé pushin' push to start (True) Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam Made my fetty in Japan 'cause I do this shit for Marc (Woo) Playin' him my shit through the phone He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne You ain't really on 'til all your niggas on I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (True) Look, RIP Kobe (Woo) Nigga, RIP Kobe (Yeah) You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad, my nigga Had to get you tatted on me (True) I keep the niggas that I trust by my side (True) 'Cause everybody want a piece of the pie (Yee) There's a Buffie the Body in every city And sloppy toppy the hobby, so baby, get in the ride (True) Bitch, you bad as fuck (Yeah), swipe the Visa (True, wait, wait) Just watch what you spend 'cause my mama need rent And my neck gotta look like a freezer (Pew, pew) I keep some Prada on my ass (Yeah) I put Chanel on the bag (You're welcome) Shawty wanna sit on my face like a new chair I ain't gon' show up 'til you pay up and it's all there (Uh, huh) Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park Now, young Aminé pushin' push to start Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam Made my fetty in Japan 'cause I do this shit for Marc Playin' him my shit through the phone He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne You ain't really on 'til all your niggas on I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (Ah) Back out (Woo, ah), I'm finna blow her back out (Ah, ayy) I'm sippin' on a Moscow (Ah), yellow suit like The Mask now "Sexy" my nickname (Yeah), you'll bump this for six days (Straight) This shit is so hard that'll make a hatin' nigga do the muhfuckin' thizz face (Yeah, yeah) Fly-ass nigga handsome (Yee), tantrum (Yee) G got a Lil Tecca, it's a ransom (Yee) Don't play dumb, muhfucka, this the anthem (Yeah) I'm the lead, lil' nigga, you the stand-in Okay, big money, big cash Portland in this muhfucka, nigga, dig that (True) I'm in this bitch, singin' nothings to a bitch who mean nothin' But I got a big heart with them big racks (Pew, pew) Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park (Yee) Now, young Aminé pushin' push to start Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam Made my fetty in Japan 'cause I do this shit for Marc Playin' him my shit through the phone He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne You ain't really on 'til all your niggas on I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (Yeah) Came a long way, came a long way, I done Came a long way, came a long way, came a long way, I done Came a long way (Yeah, yeah), came a long way (Yeah), ah Came a long way, I done came a long way, yeah
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Adam Amine Daniel, James Maddocks, Greg Sekeres, Malita Rice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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