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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Coop the Truth
Coop the Truth
Programming
Super Miles
Super Miles
Programming
CoopTheTruth
CoopTheTruth
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cooper McGill
Cooper McGill
Songwriter
Miles Franklin
Miles Franklin
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Derrell Able
Derrell Able
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Armin Lopez
Armin Lopez
Assistant Engineer
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Coop the Truth
Coop the Truth
Producer
Super Miles
Super Miles
Producer
Steve Felix
Steve Felix
Recording Engineer
Todd Bergman
Todd Bergman
Recording Engineer

Στίχοι

Look
They ain't want me here, fuck it, I'm back though
And with so many, so many rap flow
Toe-to-toe with the mic, I ain't Mike like
And you whole **** looking like Glass Joe
There's a whole in my heart for my lasso
There's a whole in the wallet right after
Every lyric I wrote is her caption
When we broke up
She posted her cash app (Yeah)
She could have had me for it (Pussy)
Sweet like Pepsi Cola (Yuh)
I play but I'm not no toy
She need flavor, I'm no La Croix
IRS keep calling
Count my racks, I don't record it
Fame ain't like you know
Pay these taxes and these lawyers (Yeah)
**** this Prada from 26
Desire for money is something else
Phylicia Rashad is a lucky woman
It's hard working with the funny bills
Authentic never counterfeit
Count it out till there's calluses
OGs flipping old money
Same rules, city, newer balances
Yeah
They don't like it, but fuck it, I'm back
Cookies, I'm back
I got no time to be mad
I got no time to be tied up in feelings
I got to reup, you got to relax
I got to be classy
I've been distant, I've been chillin'
Don't ask me how I'm feelin'
I'm as good as I'm gon' be
Checkin' census, **** won't even see me
Tryna be nosy
And really be one deep
Ain't really get no sleep
And there really be women that tell me they need me
But don't even know me
The shit can get O-D
So I'm lookin' at the game funny like I'm in the nosebleed
I'm a leader, I'm mad
You trick with bitches that'll feed me in bed
It's different, ****, I can speak to they soul
The pussy wetter when it ain't for a bag
But how would you know? We stuck to the code
I ain't switchin', I be good when it's slow
Y'all 'on't hit me when the numbers is low
You make a hit, a **** smother your phone
And try to big bro ya
Hola
I'm in Miami
The toes out
Shout out to Zoey, the Zoes out
Bam Adebayo on courtside
Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba
I'm really royalty, I'm of important
Free agent, I rock what I want, right
Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah
Authentic never counterfeit
When it's God-given
And you elevated, all these Satan **** want you down with them?
Pray for them, they embarrassin'
I stay loyal, I got old runners
OG checks, new balances
Yeah
Same old city, newer balances
Way more checks, new balances (Yeah)
Written by: Douglas Mcgill Cooper, Miles Franklin, Olubawale Akintimehin
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