Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Khaled
Vocals
Latto
Vocals
City Girls
Vocals
Mr. Cheeks
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Khaled
Songwriter
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Tarik Azzouz
Songwriter
Caresha Brownlee
Songwriter
Jatavia Johnson
Songwriter
Nicholas M. Warwar
Songwriter
Anita Poree
Songwriter
Leonard Caston
Songwriter
Frank Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Khaled
Producer
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Tarik Azzouz
Producer
Javar Rockamore
Producer
Juan "AyoJuan" Peña
Recording Engineer
Tyler Crawford Unland
Recording Engineer
Isaac "Soundsfrommikey" Copeland
Recording Engineer
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Bradley
Assistant Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Engineer
Sage
Producer
Lyrics
(We The Best Music)
Y'all ready what's about to happen?
Get yo' money up
Another one
Anthem's only
Miami, ATL
DJ Khaled
Hol' up, yeah, let me check somethin' (uh)
Please, don't check for me until the check come
He asked me what's my horoscope, I said, "A dollar sign"
Give a fuck 'bout you and yours 'cause I'ma die for mine
Blue hundreds in the pink Birkin (Birkin)
Swipin' with no limit like I'm Big Percy (yeah)
They say I be curvin' niggas, yeah, a bitch curvy (yeah)
I get even when I'm done, he gon' need a Perky (woo)
I want my bills paid (yup), rent paid (yeah)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (yeah)
Keep the pussy juicy like it's marinated (uh)
The way I be killin' shit, I need interrogatin' (woo)
Pull up foreign and I park in the front (scoop)
Big chillin' when I'm sparkin' a blunt
Bitches knowin' that I'm one of them ones
You can have your nigga back when I'm done (yeah)
I like my nigga in the field like Beckham (yeah)
Made him come up off a check when I met him (when I met him)
He'll fuck around and go broke if I let him
When I meet a nigga, this what I tell him (this what I tell him)
I want my bills paid (yup), rent paid (yeah)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (yeah)
Keep the pussy juicy like it's marinated (uh)
The way I be killin' shit, I need interrogatin' (woo)
I want my bills paid (yeah), rent paid (yup)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (uh)
Ain't no such thing as enough, baby (nah)
Boss bitch, got my own but you can upgrade it (woo)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work (let's go)
Look, wet pussy gon' cost you (yeah)
But, don't get it confused, I can do without you (on God)
I need them Bottega boots with the clear bottom (yeah)
If I ever dealt with him, then I still got him (ha)
Mugler leggings huggin' my butt
Got the Gen5 Glock in the clutch (boop)
If my bills ain't paid, he ain't doin' enough (what?)
Niggas ain't shit, they barely enough, the fuck?
I want my bills paid (yup), rent paid (yeah)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (yeah)
Keep the pussy juicy like it's marinated (uh)
The way I be killin' shit, I need interrogatin' (woo)
I want my bills paid (yeah), rent paid (yup)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (uh)
Ain't no such thing as enough, baby (nah)
Boss bitch, got my own but you can upgrade it (woo)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work, yeah)
Make him work for it (work, uh, yeah, work)
Make him work (City Girls)
Nasty bitch, flip dick like gymnastics
Street bitch, how you think I end up in the palace? (Cash)
Big crib, big diamonds
Pulled up in that drop, bitches ain't lookin' excited (ah)
Black hoochie, dressed down in Louis
Brand-new ass, nigga wanna feel my booty
My life is a movie, I'm the star, for certain (yeah)
City Girls the reason y'all hoes know 'bout Birkins (facts)
Twisted through the club like a runway, bitch
Body smokin' like a blunt, bitch, I bet your man wanna hit
Sneaky link with a rich nigga, slicker than this
And if you see a hatin' hoe, blow a kiss (mwah)
Boppin' through the club, I see there's ballers in here
Miami in the spot, so, it's cameras in here
Ugly hoes is hatin' I can tell by the glare
The way you talkin' shit, I can tell them veneers
I want my bills paid (yup), rent paid (yeah)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (yeah)
Keep the pussy juicy like it's marinated (uh)
The way I be killin' shit, I need interrogatin' (woo)
I want my bills paid (yeah), rent paid (yup)
Nails did (uh-uh), hair slay (uh)
Ain't no such thing as enough, baby (nah)
Boss bitch, got my own but you can upgrade it (woo)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it (work, uh, work)
Make him work for it
Writer(s): Leonhard Caston, Caleb Mclean, Sage Skofield, Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Nicholas Warwar, Caresha Brownlee, Jatavia Johnson, Javar A. Rockamore, Tarik Azzouz, Khaled Mohammaed Khaled, Anita Poree, Frank Edward Wilson
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