Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Nickalas Turner
Nickalas Turner
Songwriter
Dylan James Rettenberger
Dylan James Rettenberger
Songwriter
Edward Perez Martinez
Edward Perez Martinez
Songwriter
edgar panford
edgar panford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goose The Guru
Goose The Guru
Producer
Wolfgang
Wolfgang
Producer
Edy
Edy
Producer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Nabeyin
Nabeyin
Producer

Letra

Hottest label in the game Maybe I should retire Walk out the house in Calabasas I'm still clutching fire Why you bulletproof the car You must think you gon' die They shoulda bulletproofed they car Cuz nigga nothing slide Real smoke get smoked nigga Any day I can go back to selling dope nigga Imagine that I'm re'ing up with like 30 mil' You sign with me You get a plug and yo record deal And that's a bonus Bad bitches on us Soccer team owner Hellcats in traffic, just to do donuts Been tryna buy the hood Wanna buy the Grizzlies If I buy a bitch a Birkin Is you gon' be in my business I just seen myself on Shade Room Head first in a relationship And I knew that shit was gon' fade soon Cuz I'm the type of nigga take 2-3 bitches to Mexico You know Tulum Never gon' jump that broom for real (Never) I'm just in the field Cuz I don't know fake from real Get the money, feel important (get the money, feel important) You want the Dior's or the Jordan's (Both) Supreme Forces like a trey We come from nothing by the way I just fired my CPA (Fuck em) Too much money for a safe Type of money for an estate (Yeah) So Mario & Maria & Kayla straight For real Dope boy life what I be living (I be living) Nothing special than making your first million (keep going) Spend it how you wanna kuz it's yours I know you gotta get that Cuban & that foreign I see these guys Some of them realer than other Just cuz you went to jail when you did some time Don't mean you a real Legend If we wanna talk that street world Just cuz you did jail time doesn't make you a real Legend Or you're a stand up guy, you ain't tellin' Thank God Hallelujah that's what you are suppose to do You hustled or you did whatever you did You ain't supposed to tell We can't give you an award for that You ain't do nothing You're not no type of Legend You guys were getting extorted, not me relax I let you live in your world of fake world legends (legends)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Nickalas Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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