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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
River Tiber
River Tiber
Sampled Artist
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenza Samir
Kenza Samir
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Tommy Paxton-Beesley
Tommy Paxton-Beesley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregg Moffett
Gregg Moffett
Assistant Recording Engineer
Les Bateman
Les Bateman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Producer
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Co-Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Evan Stewart
Evan Stewart
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly Keep the blade with me when I go to check a bitch, ain't no tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some help On a case they gotta solve, we never help 'em Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin' 'bout my life Want a lot, will I get it all? Ain't no tellin' Ain't no tellin', yeah, ain't no tellin' Yeah, no tellin', ain't no tellin' Suitcase, I been living outta suitcase Still drinkin' Henny, if it's done, I'll take the D'USSÉ Oopsie, fuck it, all you niggas two-faced Got the club going up on a Tuesday True say, I been going hard but then again They think I'm soft, think I'm innocent I'm just lookin' in the mirror like I'm really him Man, I'm really him, you just fillin' in, man I gotta blunt, can I get a light? Yeah, I took the summer off to get it right Yeah, I gave these boys a shot and they fuckin' failed Niggas like, "You took the summer off? We couldn't tell" Dog, just bought a island, gotta sail to it You pick the casket, I'll put the nail through it I ain't gotta do it, but fuck it, someone gotta do it Hate if someone else did it, fuck, I may as well do it Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly Keep the blade with me when I go to check a bitch, ain't no' tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some help On a case they gotta solve, we never help 'em Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin' 'bout my life Want a lot, will I get it all? Ain't no tellin' Ain't no tellin', yeah, ain't no tellin' Yeah, no tellin', ain't no tellin' Yeah, okay, I had to switch the flow up on you niggas The shit was gettin' too predictable, yeah The new shit is on steroids, I would never pass a physical, yeah I got it rollin' in all kinda ways, lump sum and residual, yeah I mean, we hear about the money you been gettin' We just never seen a visual (never, never) It's our year (our year), ah, yeah I mean, besides Ricky Ross, Aubrey, the biggest boss here (huh) What's the word these days? Bunch of niggas chasin' after all these woman They don't even know (whoo) Bunch of out of season woman fuckin' off-season niggas To get last season wardrobe (whoo) All the rappers that you vouch for Need to get out of the house more, they washed up And even if the team was religious with it I can't really see another squad tryna' cross us, nah OVO, Unruly, one shot to make it in a life From the Six to the fuckin' 8-7-6 Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly, keep the blade with me When I go to check a bitch, ain't no' tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some help On a case they gotta solve, we never help 'em Yeah, I stay up late at night, thinkin' 'bout my life Want a lot, will I get it all? Ain't no tellin' (no tellin') Ain't no tellin' (no tellin'), yeah, ain't no tellin' (no tellin') Yeah, no tellin' (no tellin'), man, ain't no tellin' (no tellin') (No tellin') yeah, (no tellin', no tellin') Look (no tellin'...) I gotta keep watchin' for Opper's 'cause anything's possible, yeah There's no code in ethics out here, anyone will take shots at you, yeah Niggas think they can come take what I got, let's be logical, yeah V-Live, I order that Alfredo pasta then eat in the kitchen like I'm in the mafia Houston, they get me though, European, my vehicle How much it hit me fo'? Ain't no tellin', yeah What am I willin' to give her to get what I want tonight? Ain't no tellin' Please don't speak to me like I'm that Drake from four years ago I'm at a higher place Thinkin' they lions and tigers and bears, I go huntin' Put heads on my fire place Oh my, take time, ain't no tellin' Oh my, ain't no tellin' (no, no, no, no, no tellin'...)
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Adam King Feeney, Thomas Rohan Paxton Beesley, Kenza Samir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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