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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Max B
Max B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Charly Wingate
Charly Wingate
Songwriter
Matt Carillo
Matt Carillo
Songwriter
Fred Lowinger
Fred Lowinger
Songwriter
Russ Mitkowski
Russ Mitkowski
Songwriter
Matthew Quinones
Matthew Quinones
Songwriter
Daniel Schofield
Daniel Schofield
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Mehdi Janati
Mehdi Janati
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
Masar
Masar
Recording Engineer
Shin Kamiyama
Shin Kamiyama
Recording Engineer
Lawrence "ELL" Wydermyer
Lawrence "ELL" Wydermyer
Recording Engineer
Rick Steel
Rick Steel
Recording Engineer
A1
A1
Recording Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, ball star shit (Coke Boy, baby) Thought I'd have a little fun with it Montana, Montana, ow You know what it is when you're hearin' that, haaan Yep, we gon' get it in, baby (La música de Harry Fraud) Oh, yeah, baby, yeah You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin' fix, yeah Sippin' all day got me leanin' off the kickstand House on my neck, 'nother house on my wristband Girls really love me like a mothafuckin' six pack No time for restin' (restin') My life's a mess, end up bein' a fuckin' legend (legend) An icon, tryna cement it ('ment it) I'm treatin' every year like it's game 7 (game 7) I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded) I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened) My new girl hate it when I'm always spendin' (all the time) I guess I gotta get used to it 'cause my exes But it's true though (but it's true though) But it's true though (but it's true though) I'm in the cold, rep the north like I'm Trudeau (yeah) Yeah it's true though (true though) Yeah it's true though (true though) My heart cold but it really be for you though Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt) All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine) You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah) It's true though (it's true though) It, it's true though (it's true though) I hope yo bots don't spread it like the rumors Sad, but it's true though (it's true though) It's true though (it's true though) We was bite down, now we true'd up (a lie) She, she say the baby mine's, that's a lie (that's a lie) If I ain't the hottest in the city, that's a lie (that's a lie) School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines) In these streets, gotta read between the lines Room, room full of ether clouds, you don't want no smoke 'Fore, 'fore I choke, baby, I'ma choke 'em from their choker (yeah) Only the red in my eyes see where you come from We, we the gang, either you run with or run from I, I'm the head, rockin' bet it's re-up in the sock Me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton And if I ain't the new Chapo, that's a lie (that's a lie) And if he try and tell you we gon' stop, that's a lie Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine) You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah) I got in a little too, baby, so come and play Daddy'll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day Knowin' I gotta make Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns Mami bent over for hum Give her, what she want and let her get it good Put it on her tongue Told me, "Tell me, boy, you gotta get Fix me with a lot of dick Hit me with a lot of kick Show me you the man" Bustin' quickies and dippin' That be somethin' I can't stand Other plans, baby, had of late Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio I ain't talkin' cereal Put me in a video, I can make a wave Baby girl, comin' home and you can't stay, out Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (skrrt, skrrt) All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine) You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
Writer(s): Russ Mitkowski, Abel "the Weeknd" Tesfaye, Charly Wingate, Fred Lowinger, Karim Kharbouch, Matt Carillo, Matthew Quinones, Rory Quigley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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