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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Keyboards
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Composer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
Greg Davis
Greg Davis
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
G Dav
G Dav
Producer
G. Ry
G. Ry
Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Additional Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Additional Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Boi, uh, uh Sick shit man, straight up Fuckin' for real? (Hit-Boy) Boi, boi (Trap Adix) Only get one life, swear I almost died twice I went triple platinum more than three times what a life Man, feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticing And I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand And I'm on stage by myself ain't with the hype man Go ahead then tell me what yo' price is Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga you can't swipe this Lost my appetite the way you bitches be biting I'm off no sleep day shift plus the night shift Hoe, quit asking when I'm free, I'm always priceless I ain't really rocking with you, I ain't on that Mike shit (Rock with you) man, fuck I'm goin right in I ain't waiting around fuck all that, I'm going right in I ain't really rocking with shit that you be typing That lil' shit you flexing ain't nothing when you got it If you can fit it in yo' pocket, just stop it If I lift it to my ear, just know that's really some light shit (light) That's just how I'm rocking, I can't wait, I'm going right in Jumping out the woo, I can't wait on you, I'm right in Only get one life, swear I almost died twice I went triple platinum more than three times what a life Man, feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticing And I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand And I'm on stage by myself ain't with the hype man Go ahead then tell me what yo' price is Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga you can't swipe this (bitch) That's the mentality, stack the fatalities, pick 'em off gradually For-realers fans that got a tat' of me My brother Jay LeRawls got an academy, this shit is not a game nigga Fuck you mean? I'm at the point where a nigga finally famous Give a fuck about no fame Ask me what my L.L.C is, it's on my chain If I die today, just know I live up to my- Man, niggas call me "Big" like that shit really my name You know how I'm coming, I ain't even gotta explain In the best shape of my life, she at the crib, she getting trained Going against me is worst than going against the grain At the frontline, give a fuck about no pain Nah, for real, could fill a gallery up with a mind frame You ain't coming how I came I ain't waiting around bitch I'm going right in Yeah, I'm going right in, that's just how my life is Only get one life, swear I almost died twice I went triple platinum more than three times what a life Man, feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticing And I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand And I'm on stage by myself ain't with the hype man Go ahead then tell me what yo' price is Mine's is a hundred, sike, bitch, I'm priceless I'm at Ford Field like a tight-end And I'm making sure all my loose ends tied in I'm in love with the hustle, so it's never tied-ins I ain't seen her ass in years, she just let me right in This shit off the dome, this shit off the dome, going right in I ain't even write it, but this shit been already written
Writer(s): Sean Michael Anderson, Chauncey Hollis, Carter Lang, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Greg Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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