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INTERPRÉTATION
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Chant
Tyga
Tyga
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Paroles/Composition
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Paroles/Composition
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Paroles/Composition
Kyle Van Riper
Kyle Van Riper
Paroles/Composition
Edgar Machuca
Edgar Machuca
Paroles/Composition
Gray Derrick Carrington
Gray Derrick Carrington
Paroles/Composition
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Production
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Production
Kyle Van Riper
Kyle Van Riper
Production
Dakari
Dakari
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Assistance d’ingénierie
Michael Seaberg
Michael Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game I'm a big dog baby rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that for me baby make that bang Why so serious? I'm never around These pigeons dead stock they never touchin' the ground Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down Flagrant as I'm never toning it down (Yeah) Oh you big mad? Why you chasin' a chick that I been had? Took your dream girl down yeah I did that Got some pop-star bodies been hit that Believe me my belt got notches Safe full of diamonds a couple nice watches Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee) Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game I'm a big dog baby rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that for me baby make that bang Load it up aim pop shoot it up (Yeah) Boot it up strapped up toot it up (Woo) It's game time put me in I'm suited up I'm good enough (Yeah) I don't need the luck (Yeah) Heartbreaker like Suzie hotter than jacuzzi Make her bob open mouth like a scary movie (Ah) I got 10 cars park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah) The proof's in the income I ain't gotta prove it (No) She got a man na I ain't stupid But the way you work that body you gon' have to lose it And that good show me how you use it (Yeah) Step by step baby go through it (Ayy) Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game I'm a big dog baby rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that for me baby make that bang Yeah talk to me nicely Fifty on the chain oh my God I'm so pricey Mami she Spanish she keep it so spicy When she throw it back she like "Papi don't bite me" Yeah make her bend down She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town Big Bentley truck rolled her tints down 10k a month Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah) L.A. to New York Bicoastal I'm international not local A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals If you ain't talkin' bags then I'm antisocial be gone Ayy, I'm a balla baby he ain't got no game I'm a big dog baby rock big chains And I need a super freak like Rick James Pop that for me baby make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang Make that bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Pop that for me baby make that bang
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Gerald Gillum, Westin Weiss, Derrick Carrington Gray, Edgar Machuca, Nicholas Mira, Kyle Van Riper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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