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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Omarion
Omarion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Omari Grandberry
Omari Grandberry
Songwriter
Samuel Dew
Samuel Dew
Songwriter
Sharif Slater
Sharif Slater
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reefa
Reefa
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Alexander Dilliplane
Alexander Dilliplane
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She fell in love with a dope boy Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy Big by the Benz for that dope boy Love every tattoo on that dope boy She shares tears for that dope boy Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy Handle minor biz for that dope boy But the reward is major, so on and so forth She can tell you by the greyhound She can show you how to stay down I can tell you 'bout to break down VS1's all in my bitch, watch face now? Straight G's for your low esteem 8 P's for the whole team As I run away from my obituary Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely Get the picture, niggas getting richer now Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa Come to the coca, cállate la boca They let shit slide when my nigga won't Remember God forgives and them triggers don't Aw baby it's just hExplainow it goes Can't feel it but I know you know Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I'm reaping just what I sow My heart's beating but it still stay froze And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl Arms wide open (It's warm in here) She fell in love with the lifestyle Paper tag now her neck all iced out Lear jets to the fights now Belagio crap table with the dice out Floor seats at the Heat game Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game South beach making love on the rooftop Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott I'm just a nigga with a attitude Earning revenue through different avenues One of my soldiers died in Attica Anything other than a ride is out of character Top down and it feels right I could tell you what a dope boy feels like I could tell you that he never sleeps He may smile but it's never sweet Swisha burning at his fingertips Tears on the inside but they never drip God forgives and the courts don't Sneaking an appeal when the courts won't Aw baby it's just hExplainow it goes Can't feel it but I know you know Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I'm reaping just what I sow My heart's beating but it still stay froze And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl Arms wide open (It's warm in here)
Writer(s): William Roberts, Sam Dew, Sharif Slater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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