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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Young Thug
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jeffery Williams
Paroles/Composition
Lukasz Gottwald
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Aresh Banaji
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Dr. Luke
Production
BAINZ
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Luca Zadra
Ingénieries complémentaires
Paroles
When I was just hustling broke, didn't nobody see me through it
Word to my mother, knew it, but I still went through it
Snooze, then you lose, guess I snoozed 'cause I still went through it
Cried 'bout the Bentley coupe, ooh, man, I still went through it
Now I wrap my millions up, wonder how he do it
When I run my mills up, man, nobody see me do it
Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it
Charlie put them M's up, n- thought he really blew it
Now I keep a S on my chest, baby
I saved the world in a dress, baby
Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly
Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby
I just wanna hustle the best, baby
Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby
Run up on me, told you I'ma bust, baby
Tryna keep me going when I n-, baby
Say you don't love me, better look me in my eyes
Tried to play me, your face looked surprised
I told you day one I was gonna find out
Heard 'bout you sneaking, bringing n- in your house
I feed the block, I make 'em hustle, get your crumbs up
We know you freaked that little b-, you can't tongue us
She broke my heart and basically told me get my lungs up
Ever since then, I don't love again
She tried to tell me I wasn't him
My self-confidence 'bove the rim
Got a few brothers in the pen
None of the green dots in
They got chains on and iPhoned up
Few blows on and they bracelet diamond cut up
He ready to get it on, don't wanna talk 'bout love
That blade seven-fifty, shouldn't have ate that up
Couple n- with me say they faced that up
They going head first, no time to ask what's up, yeah
That's the definition of he love me, undress me and f- with me
The time come, you crying and you gone
Now I keep a S on my chest, baby (ayy)
I saved the world in a dress, baby (yeah)
Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly (yeah)
Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby (grr, grr)
I just wanna hustle the best, baby (bitch, I just)
Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby (I don't trust, nah)
Last album deal up, labels tryna see through it
Charlie put them M's up, n- thought he really blew it
Writer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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