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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah! We done seen it all Done it all We don't trust these niggas Word, word to my nigga, P Brodie's bitch is back out, rocking these platinum chains She give it to a thorough nigga, that's my claim of fame Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore Get chauffeured under the stars You can forget how you was living before She keep it P with a player, so she never at me I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me Lil' niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet Sent through a cleaning crew, they pressing with that iron (ah) Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gone cross Cocoa number five bitch eating up a boss Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor Came up from the block, selling the rawest coke You might OD off this shit, nigga, ain't never enough Richie Mil' cost a house, it ain't never enough Seven-hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (ah) Me and my brothers, we putting freaks in rotation Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day From trapping out my granny house to rapping on the stage I want it all, I know these streets gone have to feed me These hoes sit down, I'm letting 'em hit it off the whole key Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a 50 You tryna keep up with me, gone be O-V (ah) I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD Drop 36 in a Pyrex, stay low-key Put a nigga on suicide watch, they try and play me Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasing a big B Talking hip-hop, I'm talking 'bout drugs Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club Looking up to mobsters as kids, that was us Teflon Pluto, I'm not the nigga you can touch (ah) Me and my brothers, we putting freaks in rotation Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day From trapping out my granny house to rapping on the stage I want it all, I know these streets gone have to feed me These hoes sit down, I'm letting 'em hit it off the whole key Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a 50 You tryna keep up with me, gone be O-V (ah) Me and my brothers, we putting freaks in rotation Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day From trapping out my granny house to rapping on the stage I want it all, I know these streets gone have to feed me These hoes sit down, I'm letting 'em hit it off the whole key Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a 50 You tryna keep up with me, gone be O-V (ah) That's just my opinion, I don't listen to that bullshit You know what I'm saying? Like some people think that's hot Some people actually think that shit is hot Like, come on, who you gone listen to, them or P? Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this shit That can tell you what's hot and what's not? You know what I'm saying? That's, there you have it, son And I ain't on no hater shit, I ain't a hater Do your thing, nigga, you know what I'm saying? But personally, this today is not popping, son
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Sylvia Robinson, Melvin Glover, Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Allen Raphael Ritter, Peter Lee Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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