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H.E.R. - Find A Way (Audio) ft. Lil Baby, Lil Durk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
H.E.R.
H.E.R.
Lead Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chidi Osondu
Chidi Osondu
Songwriter
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Tiara Thomas
Tiara Thomas
Songwriter
Seandrea Sledge
Seandrea Sledge
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Malita Rice
Malita Rice
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Gabriella Wilson
Gabriella Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
H.E.R.
H.E.R.
Producer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Robinson
Jeff Robinson
Producer
Walter Jones
Walter Jones
Producer
DJ Camper
DJ Camper
Executive Producer
Brodie Means
Brodie Means
Assistant Engineer
Luis Bordeaux
Luis Bordeaux
Engineer
Brendan Walsh
Brendan Walsh
Engineer
Chi Chi
Chi Chi
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What's happenin' Chi Chi? Yeah Got this shit up out the mud Still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (weight up) Went and gave too many chances to you niggas I can't let nobody play us (play us) Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters) No matter how much money we went through We never the paper change us (we ain't let it change us) I done ran it up out the mud, I get paid to pop out in clubs Put my partner 'nem in my budget I watch people change, I can't trust 'em I got rich but I'm still hustlin' I run full speed to that cash, I can feel the shit in my calf muscles Reminiscin' back when they ain't have nothin' Now they actin' like they all happy for me Where was you at when I needed it? When it come to money, I'm greedy I'll try anything just to please you You can take everything if you leave me Ain't tryna say I'm perfect but I'm decent I ain't goin' back broke for no reason My drip, it might leave a puddle Need Bounty to clean it up I'm the quicker picker-upper, for real, just put it on the floor That other stuff I'm not for it, I've been clearin' out my headspace Runnin' shit, now, I'm startin' to buy my whips now for the leg space (Got this shit up out the-, yeah, Baby) Got this shit up out the mud Still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (weight up) Went and gave too many chances to you niggas I can't let nobody play us (play us) Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters) No matter how much money we went through We never the paper change us (we ain't let it change us) In a Wraith with the stars All the niggas who ain't bet on me, know they wouldn't go far (nowhere) Know the game gon' ride for me, no matter how many cars (skrrt) Move cautious, got trauma, still tryna cover the scars (hmm) Ain't takin' no headshots 'cause you know we been hot (know we been hot) Always on the target, never miss like a red dot (like a red dot) Always on the go, I'll be wherever the jet stop (yeah) Coming from a place where they be shakin' they dreadlocks, yee (Got this shit up out the mud) Yeah Got this shit up out the mud Still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (weight up) Went and gave too many chances to you niggas I can't let nobody play us (play us) Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters) No matter how much money we went through We never the paper change us (we ain't let it change us) Soon as I came up, they wanted to see me fail (crazy as hell) I never watched nobody pockets, my hustle feed me well (we good) When everybody had made a left, I had to wait my turn (I had to wait) I had to get my paper straight and I ain't talkin' perms (oh, oh, oh) Handle bidness, that's the boss way (boss way) Relocated where my momma stay Old friends feeling all kinda ways (all kinda ways) 23, ain't got no time to waste (got no time) No GPS, I bet I find a way (I bet I find a way, I got this shit up out the mud) Yeah Got this shit up out the mud Still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (weight up) Went and gave too many chances to you niggas I can't let nobody play us (play us) Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters) No matter how much money we went through We never the paper change us (we ain't let it change us)
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Malita Rice, James Maddocks, Chidi Osondu, Seandrea Sledge, Dominique Jones, Tiara Thomas, Gabriella Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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