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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Douglas Inman
Shawn Douglas Inman
Songwriter
George Louis Sayegh II
George Louis Sayegh II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Boujemaa Ahlyege
Alexander Boujemaa Ahlyege
Producer
Karsten Cole Davis
Karsten Cole Davis
Producer

Lyrics

Woo Frankie Gwalla I'm feeling real good I feel blessed actually Okay See I'm blessed fasho All these diamonds on me I might catch a cold Pulled up in that Tesla slow Would you ride with me baby Yes or No Yes or No I need all that extra dough She in Michael Kors and her neck was glow She was like of course Frank you next to blow And I can't see the Porsche when it's next to snow Gwalla I'm having trouble Can you please explain your metaphors That means it's the color of snow white like the seven dwarfs And I ain't got to tell them nothing I rest assured That they gon' praise my flow as if they bless the floor Amen All these chains got my next sore Wish that I could rest more But Partynextdoor like OVOXO and If I pull my wallet out, you gonna see these bills like I'm Bledsoe Push it to the threshold On the next level Frank you think you're special Um yeah I guess so and All this water got me dripping like a vessel And plus I know the game Jim Tressel Gwalla Yeah I'm blessed to be Right here where I am with who next to me Pulled up in the Tesla clean You got all them chains on, but yo neck is green Damn You don't want to step to me You should bow down when you address the king Rest in Pease My competition dead, deceased And I'm just killing these boys like I'm Jeffrey Damer They hidin' up when I'm ridin' up I been shining so hard My scars turn to diamond cuts Yeah They be rhyming tough, but they gotta bluff Just to get some views Well if time is money yo time is up Yeah I'm self-made I earn my own stripes Please leave your shoes at the door You know my flow nice Ahhh Wish a motherfucker wood Like a log cabin Gwalla like my partner You know we ballin' like March Madness Yo bitch jockey, but we don't sweater like fall fashion My bitch will do the job for me like I'm Charles Manson I don't care if you get it I don't have to explain it My time is over Thank you for coming Glad you could make it Yeah I'm blessed fasho All these diamonds on me I might catch a cold Pulled up in that Tesla slow Would you ride with me baby Yes or No Yes or No I need all that extra dough She in Michael Kors and her neck was glow She was like of course Frank you next to blow And I can't see the Porsche when it's next to snow Gwalla
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