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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
Programming
Lil JT
Lil JT
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron E Butler
Aaron E Butler
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Jeremiah Tesfaye
Jeremiah Tesfaye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lil JT
Lil JT
Producer

Στίχοι

When you rich like this, it ain't a bitch out here you can't get (It ain't a bitch out here you can't get) Free lil' Jumpout Gang and them, hop out the yoly, chase him (FOREVEROLLING) How much for his case again? Tell his mama take his ten (Tell his mama take his ten) Niggas broke in love, like laid up with a ho can make 'em bands Baby mama tellin' hoes I ain't shit as if they give a damn (They don't give a fuck) They know if they suck it good with the hands, they just might get a bag (Mwah) Square business, I'm a business man, focus up and you'll get a chance (You'll get a chance) It's your fault, you a type to crash, I'll pay for shit to get it split in half (I'll pay for shit to get it split in half) Spin your block in the same car tomorrow, it just got different tags Said they on my top, I said, "Back lap, I'm on the phone with Mad" OG say it's love until you jammed, and then got half on half We locked in in blood, so it's loyalty over love (It's loyalty over love) That mean however it come, I'm a pussy if I run (Pussy if I run) I'm that nigga 'cause we won, baby, do it 'til I come (Yeah) Yeah, and I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' ass (With my lil' trickin' ass) Still the same nigga, cash all over us, it's split in half Dirty my pop, deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast (I be livin' fast) Rockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad (Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad) Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash (Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash) Yeah, 7.62s hit his whip, we call them engine enders It's me, the road, a 'bow of crystal, ain't no codefendants (It ain't no codefendants) Keep actin' like you like that, niggas trippin', they ain't stuffed no rentals I'm too official, up my pistol 'fore I ever argue with you Percocets, they itchin', sweatin' in these last few missions, I'm tryna get it finished (I'm tryna get it) They don't got no honor, they role model sold truth to your honor In a whip with a stick with my lil' partner, tryna catch a piñata Came up short, I cut his cord, he tried, so I really don't mop him Everyone in the slums, they show me love 'cause I deliver product Turn one into three, then dish it out to a few different buyers Bringin' food to the table, he the fake one, this Fendi designer One car back behind him on the highway, I'm trailing my driver Yeah, and I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' ass (With my lil' trickin' ass) Still the same nigga, cash all over us, it's split in half Dirty my pop, deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast (I be livin' fast) Rockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad (Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad) Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash (Somebody should've told him tighten up, he finna crash)
Writer(s): Aaron Butler, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Jeremiah Tesfaye, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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