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Nelly "100K" (feat 2 Chainz)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Nelly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Composer
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Composer
Abraham Mosses
Abraham Mosses
Composer
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Detail
Detail
Producer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Recording Engineer
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aya Merrill
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Letras

I am so faded, might put fifty on the ladies 100k tomorrow, money in the bag Im so faded, might put fifty on the ladies 100k tomorrow, money in the bag 50k today a 100 more tomorrow Hustle what I want man Ill forever ball Money coming heavy never weigh a little Its either high or low its never in the middle Ice buckets nigga for the gold Ace Big cash duffle bag with the gold lace Heard a nigga say throw in the towel Numbers speak the truth these niggas out here in denial. I am so faded, 10, 000 square feet gated 100k tomorrow, money in the bag Im so faded, might put fifty on the ladies 100k tommorrow, money in the bag 50k today, 100k tomorrow Rollie Sundays, Monday Audomar Tuesday in the photo, Wednesday in the two door Thursdays made for fucking Fridays back to getting you know You in that right place again Face not American, body saying African Fuck you with an uppercut, baby that wont take me long 50k today we running money like a marathon Yo bread, yo bed, yo booty lights on Her phone playing your music like your music our songs Give her that banana clip most of all her clothes on Beatin on my chest went through the roof top So dope you could snort every line When its reppin time, whe when its reppin time Told her I take her shoppin after we fuck Soon after we fuck I had to tell her never mind You wouldnt know swag if it slapped you in the face This that macaroni tony A1 on the steak And designer shoe laces, gold on the bracelets Got her in the back seat balls on her braces Photo grails full of money stacks You a blocker and nigga I got a hundred sacks Ya, this the luxury distribution Up so early got me arguing with the rooster Tru university is my institution Niggas couldnt graduate if you had a tutor One thing for sure, two things for certain My crib got blinds, my car got curtains
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, Noel Fisher, Rasool Diaz, Brian Soko, Abraham Moses, Tauheed Epps, Andre Eric Proctor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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