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실연 아티스트
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
보컬
Ed Goldson
Ed Goldson
베이스 기타
Bashiri Johnson
Bashiri Johnson
타악기
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
드럼
Shannon Jones
Shannon Jones
보컬
Keyon Harrold
Keyon Harrold
트럼펫
작곡 및 작사
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
송라이터
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
송라이터
Willie Hale
Willie Hale
송라이터
David Stone
David Stone
송라이터
디디
디디
작곡가
LV
LV
송라이터
Willie James Clarke
Willie James Clarke
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
LV
LV
프로듀서
Victor Abjaoudi II
Victor Abjaoudi II
레코딩 엔지니어
Steve Dickey
Steve Dickey
레코딩 엔지니어
Gimel Keaton
Gimel Keaton
레코딩 엔지니어
Anthony Palazzole
Anthony Palazzole
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
프로듀서
Diddy
Diddy
프로듀서
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
책임 프로듀서
M. Testa
M. Testa
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
프로듀서
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
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가사

Break out the red lights, welcome to the party life Welcome to the 70s, sweet Ordered some Patreezy, while talking to this breezy Brushing off my three-piece, I make this look too easy So tall and lanky, my suit, it should thank me I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky Mixed with Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly Papa was a rolling stone, it's in my ancestry I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY Baby I said, "I-I sport, fly shit I should win the ESPY" I'm really in another league, babe I got a slick mouth, you might wanna roll with me I'm on the bra strap, she's on my dick Ain't nothing wrong with that, that's my bitch I be the boss of that, I'm on her shit So all you niggas fall back, I'll split ya wig She's my little quarterback, ya dig 'Cause I'm all that in the sack, yeah, ya dig I spoiled her, foiled it if you faking Jack She's used to million dollar vacations Fuck y'all gon' do with that? Ay, baby, see When you're used to filet mignon It's kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Helper It's your choice though baby (Is you rolling, rolling, rolling?) Yeah, baby, is you rolling? You can stall out or ball out (Is you rolling, rolling, rolling?) Make a choice It's so gangster, baby Sipping on my vino got me cooler than Pacino And De Niro put together my real life is like Casino They should pay me for some B-roll Taking G-strolls through the ghetto When rap-pap-pap-pid fire's just a necessary evil Hola Hovito, cooler than zero Below, fresh one blade, no chemo Art with no easel, please it's no equal Your boy's Off the Wall these other niggas is Tito Damn, ay baby I said I'm- I'm Off the Wall, I'm like a young Michael Jackson These other niggas is Tito Shout out to Randy Real talk I'ma just let this ride out I might let it ride out for like seven minutes You can groove to it, whatever Get your two-step Guru, turn the lights down Let's keep it smooth This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to Sip your lil' wine, whatever your vice is you know Whatever you like to do Get into your comfort zone baby, get into your comfort zone (Is you rolling, rolling, rolling?) Head into the party life I'on't even want it to stop though, for real though Step into my bedroom, I, call it the red room 'Cau-cause it gets hot, hot, hot, hot I'm trust you gon' like it, see, why I be talking all this fly shit? 'Cau-cau-cau-cau-cau-cause I'm the flyest Hovito, baby, no equal, baby Sold perico, beat the RICO, now I'm legal ba-by Hovito, baby, no equal, baby Sold perico, beat the RICO, now can we go crazy
Writer(s): Willie Clarke, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Levar Coppin, Henry Stone, Deleno Matthews, Willie Hale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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