Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Nines
Nines
Chant
RAY BLK
RAY BLK
Chant
Skrapz
Skrapz
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Christopher Kwei
Christopher Kwei
Paroles/Composition
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Paroles/Composition
Larry Troutman
Larry Troutman
Composition
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Composition
Rita Ekwere
Rita Ekwere
Paroles/Composition
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Composition
Sadiki Forbes
Sadiki Forbes
Composition
Shirley Murdock
Shirley Murdock
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dave Turner
Dave Turner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Ingénierie de mixage
5ive Beatz
5ive Beatz
Production
Karlos Music
Karlos Music
Production

Paroles

Zino Records
Ha ha ha ha ha!
5ive Music
'Cause I did better, yeah, yeah
Didn't need a helping hand
Got my own ladder yeah, yeah
Lazy **** ask a friend
But it was me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
Me, myself and sliding
(Boom!) Some rubber bands
I'm counting dirty money, now a ****'s got to sanitize my hands
I was posted in the trap, you was posting on the 'Gram
Now I'm balling like I'm Zinedine Zidane
I'm never falling off, I'm staying 'round the money like a rubber band
The feds are trying to sabotage my plan
So I keep a duffle bag full of grams 'case if shit hits the fan
I'm just praying that my line forever bangs
My **** stay fly and my burner never jams
Me and Nina popping bottles with some models
Mixing up the Gushers with Gelato
I got a couple sticks fully loaded, rubber grips 'round the handle
Whip it out and make the steel bangle
And lately, I been getting bored of counting money
I'm the type to pay someone to count it for me
And I can never give away my line because the hustlers are counting on me
And from my gut, my rubber bands I ain't getting lonely
'Cause I did better, yeah, yeah
Didn't need a helping hand
Got my own ladder yeah
Lazy **** ask a friend
But it was me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
Me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
All the keys to a **** like me was 40G's
Caught a little case had to spend that shit on lawyer fees
"Nina's got a batch of hoes"
You be sending bitches home in Uber, fam
I let a slut walk like Amber Rose
Can't believe that we're all stars from spitting bars
Putting bras on the cars screaming "Harlesden is ours!"
All because of rap and these drug deals the flows priceless
So, I ain't signed a pub deal, girls celeb
Could be in jail or be dead, but I'm a legend instead
Barely ever go bed without getting some head
Uh, where I'm from I ain't ordinary
Just to go see my plug quick, I caught a ferry
Broke rappers talking stacks, I just think it's funny
Louis XIII in my bladder, I be pissing money
I hear them rapping 'bout nothin'
Probably thought I meant stabbing when I was chattin' 'bout cuttings
It's Nines
'Cause I did better, yeah, yeah
Didn't need a helping hand
Got my own ladder yeah, yeah
Lazy **** ask a friend
But it was me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
Me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
But it was me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
Me, myself and sliding
Some rubber bands
Written by: Christopher Kwei, Courtney Freckleton, Larry Troutman, Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh, Rita Ekwere, Roger Troutman, Sadiki Forbes, Shirley Murdock
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