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Gunna - blackjack [Official Lyric Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amman Moosa Nurani
Amman Moosa Nurani
Songwriter
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
Matthew King
Matthew King
Songwriter
Patrick James Bodi
Patrick James Bodi
Songwriter
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
William Paul Winter
William Paul Winter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
254bodi
254bodi
Producer
Andre Denim
Andre Denim
Producer
Clarke
Clarke
Producer
Evrgrn
Evrgrn
Producer

Lyrics

It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight Money don't make you real, that's on my life (Money don't make you real, that's on my life) Had to pop a pill (yeah), hop on the mic (hop on the mic) Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (Lion in the field, I ain't no mice) Won't play with you in real life, niggas softer than cotton It don't matter if you fucked up, they'll still count your pockets I'ma keep on chasin' these millions, niggas been crackin' right (I'ma keep on chasin' these millions, niggas been crackin' right) Glasses from Loewe, they ain't come from Cavalli I go Ricky, I go Balenci', used to rock the Zanottis We overseas, l'm in my D, with bae massagin' my body It's the real Bluscotti when we smoke, la di da di When Gunna get high, he high like 2 Scotty Hotty It's gon' be a bill for me to perform at your party I can't do no deals at all, I don't want a bargain It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice (roll 'em) Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight Money don't make you real, that's on my life (Money don't make you real, that's on my life) Had to pop a pill (yeah), hop on the mic (hop on the mic) Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (Lion in the field, I ain't no mice) If I 'on't get no new deal, I find a plug to the socket I know how to save, we used to be slaves and we can't pick no more cotton I have my days, I get in my ways, but I don't fuck with nobody (I have my days, I get in my ways, but I don't fuck with nobody) Life is not a game, so what the fuck is so funny? My bitch Serena, she play with these racks, we fell in love with this money When I'm in Paris, I'm with the designers, like to call me Giovanni Any of you niggas want it, man, just know that I'm ready Niggas fucked me over, I know you gon' regret it Ain't nobody gassin' me, I know I'm unleaded Wunna gon' stay focused, every day on these addies It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight Money don't make you real, that's on my life (Money don't make you real, that's on my life) Had to pop a pill (yeah), hop on the mic (hop on the mic) Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
Writer(s): Amman Moosa Nurani, Florian Ibrahim Ongonga, Kenneth Redfield, Larrance Dopson, Matthew King, Patrick James Bodi, Sergio Kitchens, William Paul Winter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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