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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
De La Soul
De La Soul
Sampled Artist
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
Ryan Frazier
Ryan Frazier
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dual Output
Dual Output
Producer
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Samuel Kalandijian
Samuel Kalandijian
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Letras

I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm It's why you're not me, nah nana nah nah She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wantin' Bottle after bottle by the bar I be stuntin' It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat Big doofy gat hit you in your kufi hat You know me, I told your ass in '03 'Get Rich or Die' G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shinin', flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin' 'Sexy Back' Louis belt wrapped around right where the Tec be at I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up Gettin' paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone One false move and clap, now your brain's gone You like me, you aight with me, me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread Say somethin' slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head She likes me more than you can imagine Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant Closest I'ma get to heaven in this lifetime Is right below her waist, in between her thighs Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up You want me? I want you Plug one? Plug two I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna bless you If you do what I tell you to do You want me? I want you You want Benz? I'll buy two You should want me like you want success Girl with us together we'll be better than the best Why settle for less? I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up
Writer(s): Vincent Mason, David Jolicoeur, Curtis Jackson, Paul E Huston, Kelvin Mercer, Willie Hutchison, Composer Author Unknown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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