Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pardison Fontaine
Pardison Fontaine
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Jorden Thorpe
Jorden Thorpe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
CBMix
CBMix
Mixing Engineer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Letra

Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' I don't wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo) Don't know what she do with y'all, she come here and take it off Ain't no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off Takin' pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happen all the time Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find Drop down stripper poles, then I tell her, "Nevermind," Might be bad but she ain't good, and I know these hoes be lyin' Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they nevermind Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn't slime Let a nigga cross me once, it won't be a second time Graveyard full of niggas that done tried to slow me down Yeah, in the whip, yeah, look, yuh Said I went from aux cord to Billboard in the same year Used to hoop, didn't go to school, in the same gear Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain't care Seein' I rap on the news, it's the same hair Wish the chalk could see what's in my heart, lotta pain there Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain't playin' fair, blah Niggas wanna slow me down, it's too mo'fuckin' late Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy) I'ma stunt, I'ma ball in their mo'fuckin' face This ain't me, this is God, this is mo'fuckin' fate All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo'fuckin' face Had the dirty Converse, they ain't wanna conversate I've been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' pace Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' Ha, ha!
Writer(s): Allen Ritter, Matthew Samuels, Jason Phillips, Jorden Thorpe, Anderson Hernandez, Adam King Feeney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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