Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocais
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocais
Patrick Bodi
Patrick Bodi
Programação
Turbo
Turbo
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Composição
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Composição
Patrick Bodi
Patrick Bodi
Composição
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Produção
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Produção
M. "Twan" Traylor
M. "Twan" Traylor
Produção
James Harden
James Harden
Produção
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engenharia (mixagem)
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Engenharia (mixagem)
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Engenharia (gravação)
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Joshua "Turn Me Up Josh" Samuel
Engenharia (gravação)
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Engenharia (masterização)
Patrick Bodi
Patrick Bodi
Produção
Turbo
Turbo
Produção

Letra

(Makers) (Run that back, Turbo) Tryna make a change Tryna make a dollar when I only had some change Sittin' inside a one man cell, I tightened up my brain I can't fuck with all of y'all, I'm tightenin' up my game I'm too far for me to complain No one came as hard as I done came, fasho I could've kept going, but I made a lane for bro That's what you 'posed to do If any nigga overstep they boundaries, you supposed to shoot And it's enough money in it for all of us, I'll post your music I know that this shit is a façade, I ain't gon' let 'em fool me I can't put my trust inside no broad, I ain't gon' let 'em use me I didn't put her heart inside my pocket, I ain't gon' never lose it I didn't had to stand in front of the judge, and tell her I'm a user Damn, go to sleep, we fucking Wake up, then we fussing Baby, we can't force it Love will run its course I'll make you call my name until you lose your voice Me and money married, we fuck off as a couple Taking uppers, 'cause I don't like to be down too much But I sip syrup, and I don't play around too much Take my word, you can't just be down with us We put in work Half a ticket on a Phantom just to ride around Atlanta My lil' boys gon' make the Forbes list Dress my mom up for these award shows I'm just happy it ain't court dates I ride 'Raris, I don't horseplay I'm a grown ass man, gotta have a blicky when I land You keepin' your business clean, everyone trying to endorse you I will never stick my dick in no one I pay child support to I've been tryna build a fortune, got millions for my niece and nephew I've been playing in a trampoline, whoever falling, I'ma catch you If you wanna play, that shit so sour, you know I would've helped you How the fuck you leaving? Without me, it ain't no going in All a nigga told me it was free, but I still gave him ten We do what we want, it ain't no asking Take your Rollie off when you sliding, they say, "Time will tell" You gon' die, get you some money, or you go to jail All these choppers will turn this city to a living Hell It was crowded on the elevator, I took the stairs Lost some people on the way up, but I don't even care I can't keep you, but for the night, I want to please your body I want to please your body, I If it ain't no Wock' then I drink Tris Can't no promoter book my bitch Can't name a nigga from Chicago ever said they took my shit I can't post up like a killer knowing them niggas killed my twin We gon' spin 'til we get dizzy, we gon' spin 'til we see him Child support did me wrong, tried to get me out a M Only time I hear from them when I post money on my 'Gram Went to Herman, I need a big kit on my Lamb' She a Ifa, so she keeping on her beads when she praying My lawyers dogs, when I call, they get richer by the case I got niggas fuck with dogfood and get richer by the day I know watches, your shit fake, I could tell a Richard by its face Real nigga when I'm around y'all, I be feeling out of place The industry ain't let me in, the judge ain't let me travel then Ain't no solid Percs, I might go take one of them capsules in And I know some hoes that run they mouth, that's why I don't never see 'em All my diamonds GIA, certified then No cap, got a top tier bitch, she my side bitch Bitches from the trenches claim they kids on they taxes How you dressing better than your kids? You need your ass kicked A laugh, he wasn't matching, now he matching with his casket Take your Rollie off when you sliding, they say, "Time will tell" You gon' die, get you some money, or you go to jail All these choppers will turn this city to a living Hell It was crowded on the elevator, I took the stairs Lost some people on the way up, but I don't even care I can't keep you, but for the night, I want to please your body I want to please your body, I
Writer(s): Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones, Chandler Durham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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