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Monogram
2,033
Hip-Hop/Rap
Monogram fue lanzado el 5 de mayo de 2023 por Drumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE como parte del álbum WON'T HE DO IT
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Fecha de lanzamiento5 de mayo de 2023
Sello discográficoDrumwork Music Group LLC / EMPIRE
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM157

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Carvel Gray
Carvel Gray
Autoría
Robert C. Carlos
Robert C. Carlos
Autoría
Demond Price
Demond Price
Autoría
Thomas Paladino
Thomas Paladino
Autoría
John Henderson
John Henderson
Autoría
Lloyd Brown II
Lloyd Brown II
Arreglista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Daringer
Daringer
Producción
Carvel Gray
Carvel Gray
Producción
Robert C. Carlos
Robert C. Carlos
Producción
Demond Price
Demond Price
Producción ejecutiva
rocky tran
rocky tran
Ingeniería de grabación
Sloan Welsch
Sloan Welsch
Ingeniería de grabación
Sonny "Carson" Tudeme
Sonny "Carson" Tudeme
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Masterización
Jannique Heard
Jannique Heard
Dirección creativa

Letra

[Verse 1]
Yeah
**** came a long way, man
[Verse 2]
Look, I had a sit-down to talk about my festival with Hova
His first question was, "Do you own it?" (You own that shit?)
Smokin' Monogram, drinkin' Spade, Emory rolled it
Golden bottles ice cold, this part of my life is a bonus (Talk to 'em)
I got pictures with the homie I never posted
Personal convos with him I never told it
Like, peace, god, I just wanna see you filthy rich (Peace, kid)
And them words were ringin' louder in my head every since (I promise)
That yellowtail was hotel-level
Next time we connect, we hit a spot up that's real special
In Paris rockin' drip, in the details is the real devil
Still got the joint with the drum on it and shell catchers, yeah
And lately, I've been hardly gettin' rest
Lookin' back at my life though, it's hardly any regrets
The raw we pitched on the steps, this water sit on my neck
Now I got my feet up in my office, ****, I'm blessed
Yes
Yeah
[Verse 3]
I wanna sell cocaine forever
And ever, and ever (We gon' sell cocaine)
[Verse 4]
Are you not entertained, you bitch?
Put some respect on my name, you bitch (Respect my name)
I just wanna sell cocaine, you bitch (You bitch)
She asked me what's my name, I'm rich
And I don't care what yours is, that's not important
'Cause even if you told me, I'ma forget by the morning
Only thing on my mind is the connect sendin' more in
If I down this box, then the money gon' pour in (I'm gettin' a bag)
I was lurkin' in the shadows
Watchin' these **** drop they lil' albums or what have you
That shit is laughable
God Don't Make Mistakes, I wrote it natural
For **** upstate still eatin' mackerel
All my verses is factual (Talk to 'em)
DA can't wait to indict you and supermax you (Woo)
It's a drought on them bricks and them **** can't wait to tax you (Woo)
Yo, bro, bring a bottle of Delly, a pack of Backs too (Roll one up)
**** play with us, we gon' turn him to a tattoo (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, you know?
[Verse 5]
I wanna sell cocaine forever
And ever, and ever (We gon' sell cocaine)
Written by: Carvel Gray, Demond Price, John Henderson, Robert C. Carlos, Thomas Paladino
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