Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocais
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Baixo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Byron Forest II
Byron Forest II
Composição
Alan Gorrie
Alan Gorrie
Composição
FOREST BYRON
FOREST BYRON
Roteiro
Hamish Stuart
Hamish Stuart
Composição
Maurice Jordan
Maurice Jordan
Composição
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Black Metaphor
Black Metaphor
Produção
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Engenharia (gravação)
John Rivers
John Rivers
Engenharia (gravação)
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Engenharia
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Engenharia
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Engenharia (mixagem)
Stephen McDowell
Stephen McDowell
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Produção (adicional)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Y'all **** know what this is (Searchin', searchin')
If you don't know, finna break it down (Searchin')
[Verse 2]
I just up my style (Whoa, searchin')
Fuck them cops
If you love hip hop, bust them shots
Your man priceless if your man's loyal
Better give that man a raise and end up payin' for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay (Whoa, searchin')
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels out a **** reach
****, please, so I came back with a bigger piece
You still smokin' weed or you car chase (Whoa, searchin')
Or pullin' off the car lot screamin',  God's great
Before the crib, you gotta clear the God's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New presidential had that pavé (Whoa, searchin')
Like a G, I gave that Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
[Verse 3]
For me to move forward from here on I need fifty  (Searchin', searchin')
I ain't talkin' 50 Cent neither, **** (Searchin', searchin')
[Verse 4]
Oh, I came back a rich **** (Whoa, searchin')
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members claim I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive (Whoa, searchin')
Can't you see we all fuckin' relatives?
Relatively easy, we could go to war
Fuck it, we could go to war
Chasin' me a hunnid million, that's inshallah (Whoa, searchin')
Fresh up out the Fed's system
Welcome home, Jabbar
I watch him pray five times a day, ****
Same one that used to move the 'yay, ****
AK's in his heyday, **** (Whoa, searchin')
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, ****
Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes , ****
Cocaine worth much more than gold, ****
[Verse 5]
So what's your goals, ****? (Searchin', searchin')
All my shit went gold, **** (Searchin')
[Verse 6]
Oh, I remember smokin' mid grade (Whoa, searchin')
Till I went and got my shit straight
I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape
Till they seen a ghost with a template
Sittin' in the trap blowin' thick smoke (Whoa, searchin')
Traffickin' my dope with a thick ho
Feds tore apart the squad, ****
That's why I had to play my part, ****
That wasn't me, It was a job, **** (Whoa, searchin')
It gets deeper, that was just a start, ****
Screamin' in my sleep, I know the Lord hear me
Death to you fuck boys, on my fourth Bentley
[Verse 7]
Whoa, gangsta, **** (Whoa, searchin')
Whoa, rich is gangsta, ****
This is gangsta, ****
Yeah, rich is gangsta, ****
[Verse 8]
(Searchin', searchin')
You know where we came from (Searchin')
Look where we at
[Verse 9]
Whoa searchin'
Searchin', searchin'
Searchin', searchin'
Written by: Alan Gorrie, Byron Forest II, FOREST BYRON, James Stuart, Maurice Jordan, William Roberts
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