Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
Kevin Cossom
Kevin Cossom
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Cossom
Kevin Cossom
Songwriter
Bobby Jefrey Yewah
Bobby Jefrey Yewah
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Ross Birchard
Ross Birchard
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hudson Mohawke
Hudson Mohawke
Producer
Bobby Jefrey Yewah
Bobby Jefrey Yewah
Co-Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Paul Bailey
Paul Bailey
Recording Engineer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Ross
Kyle Ross
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (No way) Screaming "No regrets, no regrets at all" Wasting time, I can't get that back Uh, so everyday I go hard Real nigga and all my niggas real niggas Came from making real figures (Too much money) Nothing less, no regrets (Let's get it) No-no, no regrets, ahhh Say hi to the bad guy, say ahhh to the champagne Got a call from my jail niggas, said I'm doing my damn thing (Woo!) They see I'm doing my damn thing Magazines, videos, they ain't missing a damn thing Nowadays I sell hope, what you rather I sell dope? What I sell is a lifestyle, naked bitches on sailboats Foreign cars on a freight train for every nigga they railroad Rent-a-cars we road run, money longer than train smoke I done been in that same boat, I ain't letting this chain go Representing my niggas down till they free 'em like Django It's the same old, just the same old How the game go, where the pain go, where the blame go My mind wanders on a PJ, my momma brought up in the PJs In the club sippin' P&J on the same arm as my Piaget (Woo!) If I leave today, throw the keys away But I'mma live today, I wanna see tomorrow, I wanna lead the way Momma had me in the ghetto, I was raised in the slums Every hero got theme music, guess I need me some drums Bought me a 5 for 50, I bust 'em down, it was jumps Trying to be fresh as forces, I swear they white as new ones Streets taught us, streets raised us, had it less determined Dodging jackers, dodging murders, federal to state pen Uncle got power, now I see him in another 10 We was set up just to lose, Lord know we trying to win In the pursuit of this power, this masterpiece to the hour You know it's platinum and waterproof, wear this bitch in the shower Yeah, we want finer things, plus a plug in the scale Yeah, them plates shining like diamond rings at back can't you tell? In the hood I'm a king, King Arthur to the people Except he got his on a Chariot, I got mine in a Regal Sportcars, Italian leather, Princess Cut, with baguettes Law of physics say them 9s weigh more when they wet No regrets Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (No way) Screaming "No regrets, no regrets at all" Wasting time, I can't get that back Uh, so everyday I go hard Real nigga and all my niggas real niggas Came from making real figures (Too much money) Nothing less, no regrets (Let's get it) No-no, no regrets, ahhh Presidential I came back, April showers I rains back Jumped ahead like June something, still I'm wheeling that Maybach Tom Ford with my braids back, Tom Ford and my shades black Dope boy with a cape on, super-sizing that beige back All white like Gotti said, Ye told me I'm outta here Mentioned Ye two years ago, yeah, I got that by the square (Woo!) And you could buy a pair, 20 or more and we'll fly 'em there How you acting like I'm ain't here? D-boy and I pioneer Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (No way) Screaming "No regrets, no regrets at all" Wasting time, I can't get that back Uh, so everyday I go hard Real nigga and all my niggas real niggas Came from making real figures (Too much money) Nothing less, no regrets (Let's get it) No-no, no regrets, ahhh
Writer(s): Kevin Cossom, Jay Jenkins, Terrence Thornton, Bobby Yewah, Ross Birchard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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