Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Key Wane
Key Wane
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Guitar
Roscoe Dash
Roscoe Dash
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Dwane Weir II
Dwane Weir II
Songwriter
Dior Giovanni Petty
Dior Giovanni Petty
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Key Wane
Key Wane
Producer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Assistant Recording Engineer
Antonio Rey
Antonio Rey
Recording Engineer
Maximilian Jaeger
Maximilian Jaeger
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, I done fell asleep fuckin' last night
That's how much I don't sleep, ****
[Verse 2]
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(I think it's time)
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it
(You'll be alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
[Verse 3]
Today is a good day
I wish a **** would day
Ridin' through the hood day (Swerve, swerve)
Ride through the hood where I would stay
If I wasn't me (Me?), wasn't committed (Oh)
I told Mom and my dad (What?)
It'll be the last Christmas in the hood that you can't visit
Oh, boy, I got it, no chasers
'Cause the best mixed with Hennessy is problems
I took that advice young when I was headed up to college
Mama swimmin' in that debt
Rather swim with the piranhas or the shark
Ready, set, go, on your mark to the top
Gettin' rich ain't a blessin', it's a choice
Drunk and still drinkin' out the fuckin' bottle (Oh)
I want a hood rat bitch, motherfuck a model (God)
You ain't alive if you ain't livin', that's the motto
And I'ma probably wake up tomorrow sayin', sayin'
[Verse 4]
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(I think it's time)
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it
(You'll be alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
[Verse 5]
Let's get it, yeah, be alright, ****
It's the motherfuckin' world, **** (Yeah, ay, let's go)
Get 'cha some time to just do it how I done it (Hey)
First up on the first, 'cause first of all you gotta want it (Yeah)
Re-up time for every penny, never fronted (Nah)
Showroom floor, paid every penny then I stunted
Stunted so hard you woulda thought I was a stuntman
TS4 with 23s, I'm talking Jumpmans
Twos and thirds watch for the blitz, you know they rush
Just don't get caught in the coupe with them birds, end of discussion
Them boys round the corner wanna sell in that Cal Ripken (Ripken)
If them **** think I'm ridin' with that, them **** trip
(That's right)
Yeah, I got a magnificent hustle, 'cause I'm a grinder (Grinder)
Told my Os, "I'm hidin' you here so they won't find you"
What you know about bags that's heavy as anacondas? ('Condas)
Bet you one thing, I ain't talkin' no marijuana
That's what wrong with these ****, they think it's about shine
You **** get back to the grind, I think it's about time
[Verse 6]
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it (We gon' be alright)
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it (That's the fuck we do)
(Yeah, what?) (I think it's time)
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it (Put my city on, ****)
(You'll be alright, alright, alright) Let's get it (Yeah, it gon' alright, ****)
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it (Yeah, what? Let's go)
[Verse 7]
They say it's my time accordin' to my Rolex
I'm 'bout to fuck the game, then your ho next (Yeah)
I used to talk dirty on my cell, no phone sex (Nah)
No yoga, boy, I was makin' blow stretch (Come on)
Press the fast forward button, I'm pushin' a foreign something (Yeah)
All through my neighborhood, next stop is the haters hood (Let's go)
My bitch so bad, but you can bet that my paper good (For real)
I do this for real, you lil' **** just fake it good
It's time for a new crib, it's time for a new chain (Yeah)
Twenty thousand on me, homie, that's just loose change (Ha)
Too many diamond chains, that a **** a mess
But if you knew 'bout my hood you'd say that **** is blessed
Detroit in this bitch, Big Sean what it do, bro? (What up?)
Gettin' money four ways so I can buy a two-door (Yeah)
Stash lookin' healthy but my jewelry got the flu though (Sick)
The hustlers who I represent, Doughboyz we in this bitch (Doughboyz)
[Verse 8]
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(I think it's time)
And I'll be goddamned if I didn't
P-Put the city on, let's get it
(You'll be alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
(Alright, alright, alright) Let's get it
Written by: Dior Giovanni Petty, Dwane Weir II, Jay Jenkins, Sean Anderson
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