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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wretch 32
Wretch 32
Vocals
Donae'o
Donae'o
Vocals
Kojo Funds
Kojo Funds
Vocals
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kojo Funds
Kojo Funds
Composer
Jermaine Scott
Jermaine Scott
Composer
Ian Greenidge
Ian Greenidge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rymez
Rymez
Producer
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Bill Zimmerman
Bill Zimmerman
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now Fuck that shit, go glisten on 'em Just go Chris, gold finger on 'em If they're offside, blow the whistle on 'em Black Lives Matter, go nigga on 'em Standing on the table, standing on the table 20, bags upon the table, gyal upon the table Been the man from when I was in college, if you're speculatin' 'Cause I was trying to get a pagan and an education Drink up, smoke up and turn up Mix up, rise up, burn up Rise up, we link up, we earn it Couple gyal, couple Tina's, couple Turner's We get the money, 'cause the money is ours We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now Might spend 20 'cause I'm gettin' it God might do it for the helluvit Heart on my sleeve, see the red in it Army fatigue, I'm a veteran (Perfect) Take one shot and deflected it Black don't crack that's the melanin That chick there, that's my nemesis She made my head spin like the exorcist Treat her like a lady, treat her like a lady Here's the keys to my Mercedes, be in my Mercedes Pull up in the centre mid, but I ain't no Fellaini Took the jacket straight off, I'm going over crazy Mad si it gyal work with it Backway mi wan reversin' in it This time there's no tree words fi it Mi a big man, mi can't 3:30 it Drink up, smoke up and turn up Mix up, rise up, burn up Rise up, we link up, we earn it Couple gyal, couple Tina's, couple Turner's We get the money, 'cause the money is ours We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now See me grew up on the corner Man are rollin' through the city with my G's them that ride Me have to put the whistle on her 'Cause I know these haters 'round me Might think they can slide See me grew up on the corner Man are rollin' through the city with my G's them that ride Me have to put the whistle on her 'Cause I know these haters 'round me Might think they can slide Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Writer(s): Jermaine Sinclaire Scott, Ian Michael Greenidge, Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri, Errol Bellott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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