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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Drake
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
M. Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Bernard Gérard
Paroles/Composition
Sharon Abshire
Paroles/Composition
Aubrey Drake Graham
Paroles/Composition
Chauncey Hollis
Paroles/Composition
Noah "40" Shebib
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Hit-Boy
Production
Hagler
Production
Noel Cadastre
Ingénierie de prise de son
Evan Stewart
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Noah "40" Shebib
Ingénierie de mixage
Noel Campbell
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental, I own that motherfucker
Figured out this shit, it's simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But nigga I do not want to be friends though
I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song
This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song
This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song
Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, "just because" song
Damn, what's the move? Can I tell truth?
If I was doing this for you
Then I have nothing left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies
Ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit
Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it
I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song
This a doing me and only God can judge song
I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song
Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, "just because" song
Damn, what's the move? Can I tell truth?
If I was doing this for you
Then I have nothing left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies
Ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
Writer(s): Sharon Kaye Abshire, Chauncey A. Hollis, Noah James Shebib, Aubrey Drake Graham, Raymond Deandre Martin, Marvin Thomas, Bernard Joseph Gerard
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