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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Otis Redding
Otis Redding
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty-Ron Douglas
Ty-Ron Douglas
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Jerry Butler
Jerry Butler
Songwriter
Edward Thomas
Edward Thomas
Songwriter
Jay Walker
Jay Walker
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Engineer
Buddah Bless
Buddah Bless
Producer
Jimmy Lepe
Jimmy Lepe
Engineer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Meeboob
Meeboob
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah It's earlier in the morning Hmm-mm, hmm-mm (Buddah Bless This Beat) Since I- All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice) But this ain't 1800, so they pay me (cash) Uh, yeah, shaking my demons off (shake em') Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams) Never been food for sharks (nope) Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash) Pop hella bands, and I'm paid (oh, yeah) Whip got a switch, I go brainless (oh, yeah) Sip after sip, I feel painless (oh yeah) Yeah, yeah, do it one time for team (yeah) Burn it like gasoline (it's lit) Downing these jolly beans (alright) Diamonds they frolicking (ice) Red and blue matching drugs Did 'em both just because (pop it) They hoodie and maskin' up (nah) They the real Robin Hoods (yeah) If I, let my gang out, bow down (gang) Come 'round, gun ya down Hunt down (pew pew), hunt down (shoot) Rampage, campaign, champagne (ayy), I gain Decades (hoo) of no pain At this age, they fugaz' Who did you thought you was? (Who?) Get 'em knocked off for dubs (pew) Sit in the trap with bugs (trappin') Walk in the lab with scrubs (ayy) Niggas tried to count us out (no) Fuck you thought this was (huh) Up like a coffee mug (up) Save your salt for slugs (save your salt) Hot on the block, you told 12, got the drop Rubber bands, yeah, they pop, so we weigh up the knots Cuban link cost a lot, Houston cred with a lot Let it fall from the top, she gon' bend, she gon' pop, oh All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice) But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (cash) Uh, yeah, shaking my demons off (shake 'em) Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams) Never been food for sharks (nope) Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash) Pop hella bands and I'm paid (oh, yeah) Whip got a switch, I go brainless (oh, yeah) Sip after sip, I feel painless (oh, yeah)
Writer(s): Edward Thomas, Jerry Butler, Jay Walker, Jacques Webster, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Tyron Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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