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INTERPRÉTATION
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Programmation
Nick Ruth
Nick Ruth
Programmation
Cirkut
Cirkut
Programmation
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Paroles/Composition
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Paroles/Composition
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Paroles/Composition
Nick Ruth
Nick Ruth
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Production
John Hanes
John Hanes
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Ghazi Hourani
Ghazi Hourani
Assistance d’ingénierie
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Ingénierie de prise de son
Will Dzombak
Will Dzombak
Production déléguée
Nick Ruth
Nick Ruth
Production
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Drucker
Andrew Drucker
Ingénierie de prise de son
Cameron Montgomery
Cameron Montgomery
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Cirkut
Cirkut
Production
Rachael Findlen
Rachael Findlen
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Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Production déléguée

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I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain't come up here tonight looking for love I'ma leave all my problems out on the floor I'ma drink so much that I can't make it home So would you take me home? Yeah I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain't come up here tonight looking for love I'ma leave all my problems out on the floor I'ma drink so much that I can't make it home So would you take me home? Yeah Now we rollin' on, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Getting drunk, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Crashing a party, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Getting this money, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Leaving all my problems at the door Pouring up, soon as you think it's enough they bringin' more Hanging onto what niggas told me "get your paper up" You work hard for what you got, they could never take it from you All you need is a little patience, let me demonstrate All my niggas in the game, and talkin' 'cause we been through it Rolling weed in raw papers, taking shots, gin got me faded If I get back to your spot, won't know how I made it Now I made my way in the game So much money, don't know how a nigga stayin' the same I'm too straight, I get high all day, I take it straight to the brain I stay fly all week, like seven days on a plane Came here to spend it not leave with it Got KK rolled up, let my team hit it Some Bombay, let's sip 'til it's mayday That fuck shit don't play I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain't come up here tonight looking for love I'ma leave all my problems out on the floor I'ma drink so much that I can't make it home So would you take me home? Yeah (woo) Yeah, keep the good times rollin' and the champagne pourin' On the plane and I don't know where I'm goin' Make sure my team keep ballin' and the hoes keep callin' And the money keep fallin' on the floor Where you tryna go? Only care about what's in your drink Say you tryna go hard, don't think about tomorrow You don't care about what people think You don't care about waitin' outside You be with everybody up in the front You yellin', "Face down, ass up" up in the club And now we all turning up (let's party) I'm in the club rolling weed like I'm Marley Smoking dearly departed That's kill, too real, come to me get it started And the bottles be poppin' like it's 4th of July We just throwin' them shots back, shooting courts in the sky Pouring some for the girls, and pouring more for my guys 'Cause we made it my niggas, I just wanna thank my niggas Hear niggas talking shit, but they ain't my niggas Now we rollin' on, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Getting drunk, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Crashing a party, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night Getting this money, stayin' out all night Stayin' out all night, stayin' out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain't come up here tonight looking for love I'ma leave all my problems out on the floor I'ma drink so much that I can't make it home So would you take me home? Yeah
Writer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Henry Walter, Cameron Thomaz, Nicholas Ruth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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