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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Empire Cast
Empire Cast
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Breana Nicole Marin
Breana Nicole Marin
Composer
Marcos Enrique Palacios
Marcos Enrique Palacios
Composer
Uforo Ebong
Uforo Ebong
Composer
Tiffany Fred
Tiffany Fred
Composer
Raymond Aiah Komba Jr.
Raymond Aiah Komba Jr.
Composer
Micah Evan Powell
Micah Evan Powell
Composer
James Edward Smith III
James Edward Smith III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kosine
Kosine
Producer
Bongo
Bongo
Producer

Lyrics

Here we go, like - top down, feel the breeze Chillin with the homies and the bees Right now, catch me Them shorts with the sandals on my feet Calm down, it's just me Ain't my fault that I make it look easy Oh, wow I might be about the flyest one you've ever seen I know you do it for the culture Just come a little closer Maybe we can do the most Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Well, money I ain't hood rich If you ain't a dummy, go stupid I got the check, baby You can make it run up, run up, run up, run up Come on in Oh, what we've done now Hold til you check down Flames burning to the ground Burn up, burn up, burn up, burn up Top down, feel the breeze Chillin with the homies and the bees Pipe down, girl please Don't you see the camera, say cheese Wind down on me Shake it like some new car keys, because right now I might be about the flyest one that you've ever seen Oh, what we've done now Hold til you check down Flames burning to the ground Burn up, burn up, burn up, burn up Top down, feel the breeze Chillin with the homies overseas I might move I don't ever want to leave from the bees Watch the wind through the palm trees Going wild in a visa Only come around if you can keep up Turn us up loud in your speakers Tell 'em I'm never going down Might catch a fever Trying to be a participant in anything that we're dealing with Ain't no point in concealing it Girl, I know that you're feeling it Say it loud Scream it loud Every night we going now, it's going down Yeah You the man You the sosa Make all the girls go loca Run again, like we supposed to Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Well, money, I ain't hood rich Uh-huh If you ain't a dummy, go stupid I got the check, baby You can make it run up, run up, run up, run up Oh, what we've done now Hold til you shut down Flames burning to the ground Burn up, burn up, burn up, burn up
Writer(s): Tiffany Fred, Marcos Palacios, James Edward Smith, Breana Nicole Marin, Micah Evan Powell, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Raymond Aiah Komba Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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