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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
The Lab Cook
The Lab Cook
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Composer
Grant Dickinson
Grant Dickinson
Composer
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Lyrics
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Lab Cook
The Lab Cook
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jason Michael Goldberg
Jason Michael Goldberg
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah) He got smoked like a loosie (yeah) Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (yeah, skeet) I've been feelin' like, I've been feelin' like Tunechi Comin' live from the 5-0-4 Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor (bad bitch) Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi's no more (Big Tunechi) Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T I've been feelin' like Tunechi, huh I've been feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" Let me get in my bag, duffel Eat that bitch like the last supper Got her feelin' like, "Ooh, Tunechi" Got me feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid, with grown-ass man money I took the top of the McLaren, I'm lettin' the guts show Walk in my bathroom, I stepped in the drugstore Treat the 200-foot yacht like a tugboat Who wants smoke? Yeah, 'cause the bullet be drippin' like snot from a snub nose I'm aimin' right for your heart like a love note I told you right from the start, from the front door I tote a rifle, a pump, it's a gun show It's me and Lil Rich and a fleet of some bitches We stick to the code like Leo da Vinci Many men, they wishin' death upon me, bop-bop-bop Give 'em three wishes, I need me a bitch that be needin' them bitches Fresh plate of pussy, I ain't cleanin' the dishes Chess play of bosom, yeah, I skeet on her titties Creamy, delicious, more babies than a pediatrician Court days, I be leanin', I miss 'em Nigga trippin', put the beef in the skillet I pistol-whip him, I got teeth on the Glizzy Like, no way, can't believe it, I'm serious No way, can't believe what I'm feelin' No play, they don't need to play with me OJ on this beat like it fit me Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah) He got smoked like a loosie (yeah) Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (yeah) I've been feelin' like, I've been feelin' like Tunechi Comin' live from the 5-0-4 Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi's no more Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T I've been feelin' like Tunechi, huh I've been feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (fuck 'em) Let me get in my bag, duffel (duffel) Eat that bitch like the last supper (uh) Got her feelin' like, "Ooh, Tunechi" (ooh) Got me feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (yeah) Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (yeah), with grown-ass man money Weezy F., bitch, don't forget the baby (baby) Big Tunechi' watch cost 480 (feelin' like Tunechi) And I'm still screamin', "Fuck you, pay me" (fuck you) I been feelin' like Tunechi bought a Maybach Mercedes (skrt) I'm in that Trukfit I'ma fuck on the bitch and I'll make her lit (make her lit) Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich (really rich) Keep it real, 100, I could never switch You just a worker, the boss in this bitch (boss) I go Platinum just talkin' my shit (just talkin' my shit) My bitch so bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag) I'm the G.O.A.T killer, rappers gettin' throat slit (throat slit) Count another 50 mil' like, "Oh shit" (oh shit) Bank account gettin' heavy like a gold brick (gold brick) I might buy a Bugatti (Bugatti) Feelin' like Tunechi, Baby Momma get a big body Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah) He got smoked like a loosie (yeah) Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (yeah) I've been feelin' like, I've been feelin' like Tunechi Comin' live from the 5-0-4 Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi's no more Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T I've been feelin' like Tunechi, huh I've been feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (fuck 'em) Let me get in my bag, duffel (duffel) Eat that bitch like the last supper (uh) Got her feelin' like, "Ooh, Tunechi" (ooh) Got me feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (yeah) Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (yeah), with grown-ass man money I'm feelin' like, "Fuck 'em"
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Grant Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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