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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Mixing Engineer
Larry Anthony
Larry Anthony
Mastering Engineer
Michael Dottin
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Mixing Engineer
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Producer

Lyrics

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Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Brock F. Korsan, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Ronald N. La Tour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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