뮤직 비디오
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Preme
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Raynford Humphrey
작곡가
Shane Lindstrom
작곡가
Kevin Gomringer
작곡가
Tim Gomringer
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Murda Beatz
프로듀서
Cubeatz
프로듀서
Prologic
믹싱 엔지니어
Jaycen Joshua
믹싱 엔지니어
David Nakaji
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Ivan Jimenez
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Chris Athens
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real, real, real, real
M-m-m-murder
Woah
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I've been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit
Like how you let them niggas slide on you
Like how you let them niggas ride on you
Your niggas with you probably bailed on you
Surprised them niggas didn't tell on you
You looking like you got an L on you
I might go Training Day, Denzel on you
Yelling "fuck these crooked cops", Sean Bell on you
'Cause streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you
Woah
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I've been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit
The brokest nigga in the building be the loudest
Oh man, these niggas need a stylist
Call up Hazelton and tell her that I sent you
Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to
I call up Chubby Chubb, and find out what we into
She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall
And she ballin', you gon' make me put some D on you
Had to foul, baby I go referee on you
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I've been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit
I call the shots, and then the shots hit you
But niggas know it's personal when the bucks get you
I can see it in your eyes, ain't no heart in you
The only time you're barking is when your dogs with you
I cut a few niggas aiming stressed
Tefeli ain't put no more bitches on his guest list
Fuck the pole lights, we got no rights, I need more ice
Disco bar, talking strobe lights, yelling "more life"
Woah
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I've been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one's that ain't got shit do the most
I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Shane Lindstrom, Kevin Gomringer, Raynford Humphrey
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