Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Daniel Johnson
Daniel Johnson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kane Beatz
Kane Beatz
Producer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Recording Engineer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Jeremiah "J-Hop" Olvera
Jeremiah "J-Hop" Olvera
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, gray snow in my house alarm Countin cash every morning before I leave home (leave home) Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone And before I leave home (leave home) I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know (Before I leave home, leave home) I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know (Before I leave home) So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb Just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird, ya heard That's the word you can get served From the bullets to the keys is how we urge To move on and groove and get the money straight Flip another cake 27, 28 I got the tax on the bubble The money in the Hummer, we shine every summer Yeah so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down Hood down, put it down uptown Catch me rollin in my Bentley Tooled up pussy with a bitch and I'm all in it Uh, sunshine like the brightest day Momma do you remember the time, Michael J When I seen the video I said that's gon be me And I ain't have to dream I made it my reality Folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me I skipped class and I shitted on the faculty Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy Get it I'm gon eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me Shout out Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby Top back south beach, hoes drive me crazy Watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit Give me rats for my statements I'm that amazing Uh, on my way to get it I'm a hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot The game ain't sweet, but money make you forgive it Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard Can't see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles Yea, now rock steady in this mutherfucker Paper come fast Tom Petty in this mutherfucker Uh, now do a doughnut in the money I'm on a paperchase, but the paper ain't running Now fuck the World till it's cummin, here it comes We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Michael Stevenson, Bryan Williams, Daniel A. Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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