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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Background Vocals
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Irvin Mejia
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
Nik Frascona
Nik Frascona
Songwriter
Rook Monroe
Rook Monroe
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
OZ
OZ
Producer
Nik D
Nik D
Producer
Pasqué
Pasqué
Additional Producer
Phil Hotz
Phil Hotz
Recording Engineer
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Recording Engineer
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
John Bruington
John Bruington
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Strings Engineer
Rook Monroe
Rook Monroe
Additional Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

Ah, man, man Ah, man, man, man, man, man, man, what's up? Alright, yeah, yeah It's been a whole year, my nigga Let's not front, this my year, my nigga I'm here to fuck up your whole career, my nigga Don't play dumb, dummy, you know what's the deal, my nigga A lot of y'all fake flex, nigga, that is not your necklace And that whip ain't yours, nigga, that's the IRS's I'm bigger than Texas, me and God text message Y'all see how easy lyin' is, it's easy to forget this (Off on a natural charge, bon voyage) Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna ménage Y'all niggas really hatin', get off my dick and my balls All y'all niggas ain't worthy Y'all don't pay dues, y'all niggas pay up and thirsty You thought you made you an anthem, but you just sang you a Fergie Too many niggas bitin', I might need me ten attorneys Just 'cause you bought that vintage Margiela Don't change your flight from Spirit to Delta Y'all niggas dress like you just came out the store I got my groove back like Fela, not Stella (Off on a natural charge, bon voyage) Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna ménage Y'all niggas really hatin', get off my dick and my balls (Oh) I got verses on verses, man, this shit could go all day (True) I got a whip that's blacker than the nigga from Allstate (True) Count your money up, nigga, do the mathematics (Woo) That's not 200K, that's twenty dollars in your pocket It's a cold, cold world that we live in (Yeah) I'm shittin' on these niggas, I make it my mission (Yeah) They way I kill these niggas, send my ass to prison I knock a nigga head off, then I'm dippin' (Yeah), splittin' (Yeah) Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Off on a natural charge, bon voyage) Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna ménage Y'all niggas really hatin', get off my dick and my balls
Writer(s): Irvin Mejia, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim, Adam Amine Daniel, Anderson Hernandez, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Russell T. Jones, Robert F. Diggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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