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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
Jesse Blum
Jesse Blum
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Composer
Quentin Miller
Quentin Miller
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Michael Miller
Michael Miller
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hit-Boy Yeah (woah, woah) Make you a million and make you a hunnid' more Boy, for real, boy Starin' at fate I'm in the lead, and I'm breakin' away (way) She want me now, but I'm makin' her wait (wait) I'm at the table, a thousand a plate How you gon' tell me this isn't a date? I'm down the street from the Denzel estate (swerve) Right 'round the corner from Babyface Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean the Babyface I don't give a fuck about playin' it safe Surveillance the way that they runnin' my tapes Got hoes in a craze likethe old B2K (oh) Chaos whenever I touch down, no brakes (yeah) Me and HB, it's an instant slap An instant plaque, a system crash I pitched it black and risked the max And anything less, I can't live with that (yeah) Hunger for more and I still got the cravin' What you know 'bout when the walls get to cavin'? (Huh?) What you know 'bout stayin' silent and patient And workin' out kinks before kinks work their way in? Don't even believe what you say when you say it More focused on makin' it than makin' statements (statements) Everybody 'round me elevated, yeah, I'm guessin' the vibe is contagious (let's go) Starin' at fate I'm in the lead, and I'm breakin' away (way) If you not workin', you takin' up space I'm at the table, a thousand a plate How you gon' tell me this isn't a date? (Swerve) I'm down the street from the Denzel estate (swerve) Right 'round the corner from Babyface Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean- (I mean-, swerve) Hol' up, take this shit where I wanna go (shit where I wanna go) Make you a million and make you a hunnid more (hunnid, I pray) They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most (for real) Big Cuban link 'round my neck Gold C-3PO (Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO) I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me (sleep) In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent (I see it) Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us (no way) I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it, bitch (bitch) I'm one of one, hoe, it ain't no re-rockin' (hey) I said what I said, and I'm standin' on top of it (hey) Gas up my bitch just to boost her confidence She throwin' fits at me just like my closet (rich) I never got rich countin' someone else pockets (on God) Addicted to C-notes, I went up an octave Strategically movin', to win, only option Bitch, I ain't forcin' it, holiday season, I'm covered in ornaments This ain't a tour, this a tournament (woah) If I was stuck in a room with your shit on repeat Then that shit would be torturous Straight from the source of it If I don't got it, I'm sourcin' it (mm) Whatever it takes to have more of it (yeah) It's mine 'til I'm bored with it, bitch (bitch) Take this shit where I wanna go (straight up) Make you a million and make you a hunnid more (brrr) They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most (I know) Big Cuban link 'round my neck gold C-3PO (Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO) I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me (God) In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent (for real) Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us (confetti) I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it (woo) Yeah, fuck you expect, bitch? (Still want it) What up though, Hit? (Still want it) Ayy, tell 'em quit playin' with my fuckin' name too, for real I had to one up that score, you know? That Don Life shit Carry on, yeah, for real
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Sean Michael Anderson, Quentin M. Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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