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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Hotboii
Rap
Haze
Haze
Programming
Dkeyz
Dkeyz
Programming
Shaad K Rounds
Shaad K Rounds
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Songwriter
Rashaad Green
Rashaad Green
Songwriter
David Cabral
David Cabral
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haze
Haze
Producer
Dkeyz
Dkeyz
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Shaad K Rounds
Producer
Raymond Scott
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer

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Say it (what's up, Haze?) Say, "Yo" (yo) Say, "What it do?" (Do) Say, "Kut Da Fan On" (Shaad got K Rounds) Been done I love my lil' boy, in my heart, he number one If I had a daughter, it'd be the only girl I love I got on a mink from Gucci come from out the forest Trap house swingin' jays, like kids go in and out the door I don't care what's in my way 'cause I'm defeatin' every obstacle Watch how fat McDonald's, I remember we was poor They don't wanna get it off the muscle, no more nigga wanna get it done, of course No handouts, so when you get that nigga, it's yours Love Okay, I did it out of love Okay, I did it out of love Okay, I did it out of love Okay, okay Okay, hear the siren, run away I don't care how fine, I can't be your bae Speedin' Charger, I got road rage Dirty ass chopper, I told him go bathe Trap move slow, it's just one of the those days I just got the AOK, pop he bitch, send all the drop my way I ain't even got to put a bag on it nigga, hit your block today They said I would die, and I laughed at them, I did it right to the bank 556-762-308s outta the Wraith Ain't going out in no grave, nigga, I made it out this way I made it out this way, look how far a nigga done came I got shooters all on the front line, ain't gotta walk down when I bang Always wanted money, and I'm rich now, it might be the cause of my fame Always wanted money, and I'm rich now, it might be the cause of my fame I love my lil' boy, in my heart, he number one (one) If I had a daughter, it'd be the only girl I love (love) I got on a mink from Gucci come from out the forest (forest) Trap house swingin' jays, like kids go in and out the door (door) I don't care what's in my way 'cause I'm defeatin' every obstacle (obstacle) Watch how fat McDonald's, I remember we was poor (poor) They don't wanna get it off the muscle, no more nigga wanna get it done (done), of course No handouts, so when you get that nigga, it's yours Love Okay, I did it just because I love my lil' boy In my heart, he number one I remember we was poor Okay, okay, yeah (okay) Okay, okay, yeah Okay, yeah Kut Da Fan On
Writer(s): Rashaad Green, Javarri Walker, David Cabral, Ethan Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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