Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Justin Noble Paul
Justin Noble Paul
Vocals
Rhea Dummett
Rhea Dummett
Background Vocals
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Programming
Shama Joseph
Shama Joseph
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Taylor
Brian Taylor
Songwriter
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Justin Leary
Justin Leary
Songwriter
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Songwriter
Shama Joseph
Shama Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Executive Producer
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Producer
Shama Joseph
Shama Joseph
Producer

Lirik

[Verse 1]
Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle, ****, let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin' on these bricks, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist, **** (ay, ay)
[Verse 2]
Hotel linen (yeah) RL denim (yeah)
Propeller spinnin' (yeah) ****, hella women (hey)
Big money, man (hey) get it how we livin', man (hey)
How we did it, man (hey) sweet, sweet sugar cane
[Verse 3]
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay, trapping hard with the cake
All times of the night, trapping hard with the yay, ay
[Verse 4]
Listen shorty, Ima' tell you how it go
Quarter ki, seven G's
Anybody want it, tell 'em pull up on me at the store
Forty five in my jeans, super clean
You ain't never seen a **** like this
Sun shinnin' on my wrist, couple dimes in the whip
Give a damn about a bitch
Huh, but I will take yours if I wanna
You a sucker, you ain't gon' do shit
But just run yo' mouth
Be in front of your house with them goons
Bet you won't come out
And you a scary ass ****, hold these
Your homeboy to the fed ass ****
Hey, I'm certified, better recognize
'Fore you end up dead ass ****
I got a check, you can tell how my neck is shining
Tell 'em
[Verse 5]
Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle, ****, let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin' on these bricks, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist, **** (ay, ay)
[Verse 6]
Hotel linen (yeah) RL denim (yeah)
Propeller spinnin' (yeah) ****, hella women (hey)
Big money, man (hey) get it how we livin', man (hey)
How we did it, man (hey) sweet, sweet sugar cane
[Verse 7]
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay, trapping hard with the cake
All times of the night, trapping hard with the yay, ay
[Verse 8]
This life we live, we do not care
If you at your mama house, we'll have a shoot out there
Hey, ain't gon' be no playin' with the crew out there
Them animals on the loose and it's a zoo out there
Out here rolling, where you at? We'll move out there
Network in no time, get a few out there
I got chopper at the do', shorty who out there?
Aight, get your fucking brain blew out now
Now I ain't playing where I stay, to take a life ain't shit
Get merked for a brick if you wife ain't shit
Bankrolls are us, we'll buy that shit
I keep it on me, homie, Rob and I will try that shit
Man, you can ask about Tip on Simpson Road
We was riding this city, really getting busy
Now you **** wanna kick it like some thugs in the city
When they really wasn't selling any drugs in the city
For real
[Verse 9]
Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle, ****, let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin' on these bricks, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist, **** (ay, ay)
[Verse 10]
Hotel linen (yeah) RL denim (yeah)
Propeller spinnin' (yeah) ****, hella women (hey)
Big money, man (hey) get it how we livin', man (hey)
How we did it, man (hey) sweet, sweet sugar cane
[Verse 11]
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
Trapping hard with the yay, trapping hard with the cake
All times of the night, trapping hard with the yay, ay
[Verse 12]
What you want, we got for you
You're not the rule, we not for you
Wonder why we shut your door
You're not from here, do not go through
[Verse 13]
I told you this (I told y'all, ****)
Shorty, this as real as it get
How many times I done showed you this?
In the trap run a chick through the roof right now
I can show you this
Pick the rap with your bitch in the coupe right now
And I know you're pissed
How many times I done told you this?
This life we 'bout it
This life we 'bout it
You can't do shit 'bout it, this life we 'bout it
This life we 'bout it
You can't do shit 'bout it, can't do shit 'bout it
(Haha, aight)
Written by: Brian Taylor, Clifford Harris, Jr., Justin Leary, Lasanna "Ace" Harris, Shama E. Joseph
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