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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ogi
Ogi
Vocals
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Drums
Omar Edwards
Omar Edwards
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
Ogi Ifediora
Ogi Ifediora
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Hedge
Connor Hedge
Recording Engineer
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Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Kayla Reagan
Kayla Reagan
Mixing Engineer
Jim Caruana
Jim Caruana
Recording Engineer
Justin Batad
Justin Batad
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

All these blessings fallin' in my lap like I'm a grandpa All this money I go swimmin' in it like a tadpole They say there's a bad side to the fame where they at though My past niggas had themselves to blame how dem apples Ye ain't want wahala from this Naija from the Delta Did you want more flavor in the game yeah you're welcome My level done changed I ain't the same and it's seldom Anybody comin' at my name I'm to well done hеll yeah Jeez, look at the cheese, look at thе ice, look at the wrist Yea look at me Can you believe the I got it Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah I know you feel this heat Comin' in hot, hundred degrees Can you believe that I got it Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah What you need Baby I reign supreme You say you want the fire, I got the kerosine What is your sole desire I'll take it to extreme Know how to take you higher Lets make a scene Hey, hey, it's done, it's a wrap What you wanna do back We gone for a fact Yeah we got what you lack Sorry but it's over Got no luck, no four leaf clover Ya might fall out like it's October I thought I already told ya Jeez, look at the cheese, look at the ice, look at the wrist Yea look at me Can you believe the I got it Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah I know you feel this heat Comin' in hot, hundred degrees Can you believe that I got it Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah Big dog who you callin' bitches Rushed in like it's college scrimmage 6 speed, tell me what's the limit You better bow down to a goddess image Nuh-uh, no you're not gonna try to swallow my shine Nuh-uh, no you're not gonna tell me what isn't mine Nuh-uh, play your part little one do not cross the line Nuh-uh, feel the art and don't front you're wastin' my time What a shame little bitter bitch Couldn't stand to be outmatched so you threw a fit You know I could have helped you just a little bit I should have known better man you were full of shit Now I'm done with it look at what you missed Jeez, look at the cheese, look at the ice, look at the wrist Yea look at me Can you believe the I got it Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah I know you feel this heat Comin' in hot, hundred degrees Can you believe that I got it Better believe that I'll flaunt it, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Ernest Dion Wilson, Ogiuzo Aniebiet Ifediora Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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