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Quavo & Takeoff

Hell Yeah

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hell Yeah foi lançado em 7 de outubro de 2022 por Quality Control Music/Motown Records como parte do álbum Only Built For Infinity Links

Informações da música

ÁlbumOnly Built For Infinity Links

Data de lançamento7 de outubro de 2022

SeloQuality Control Music/Motown Records

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM81

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Quavo

Vocais

Takeoff

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Jason Constantin

Jason Constantin

Composição

Kirsnick Khari Ball

Kirsnick Khari Ball

Composição

Nicholas Zita

Composição

Quavious Marshall

Quavious Marshall

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Quavo

Engenharia (mixagem)

Dson Beats

Produção

PYROMAN

Produção

DJ Durel

Engenharia (mixagem)

Colin Leonard

Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Chorus]

Blue strips, the blue cash, yeah, yeah (Blue cash)

All blue strips, the blue bag, yeah, yeah (Blue, blue)

Shorty wanna bring her friend to tag, yeah, yeah (Oh, tag)

Bring an overnight bag just to stay, hell yeah

Screamin' like a white boy, I'm wasted, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Pop a pill, don't taste it, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Stone cold ice faces, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

I told the world I was gon' make it, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Now I made it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I create it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

That's why I chase it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

I put the diamonds on, no fu' shit, no rhinestone (Ice)

I put the M's up, they say this shit don't last long (M)

The whole family, I put 'em on, no tagalong (Fam')

I cannot give up, I gotta bring that bag home (Racks)

I bought a condo, 'cause back in the day, I didn't have those (No)

Stayed in the bando, I trapped it out the bando (Bando)

More chicken than Nando's, I pluck the strings like banjo (Banjo)

I had a billfold just to make the racks close (Racks close)

I bet the racks won't fold, now it's overload (Fold)

I am inspirin' to the soul, make the soul glow (Glow)

[Chorus]

Blue strips, the blue cash, yeah, yeah (Blue cash)

All blue strips, the blue bag, yeah, yeah (Blue, blue)

Shorty wanna bring her friend to tag, yeah, yeah (Oh, tag)

Bring an overnight bag just to stay, hell yeah

Screamin' like a white boy, I'm wasted, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Pop a pill, don't taste it, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Stone cold ice faces, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

I told the world I was gon' make it, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Now I made it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I create it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

That's why I chase it, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

(Takeoff)

I'm the chosen one, but, no, I wasn't mistaken (Nah)

Presidential coupe, it's a Wraith, Ronald Reagan (Wraithy)

As-salamu alaykum, all my brothers fightin' cases

How the money full of races, but the world still racist? (How?)

Runnin' the money, like the liquor, gotta chase it (Chase it)

First you gotta breathe, practice humble, then it's patience (Breathe)

I hit the pot, the Forgiatos slidin' with Mercedes (Slide)

At six o'clock, she smelled the Baccarat, she knew the fragrance (Huh?)

Don't talk, the money speak, I'm on the mind of your lady (Mind)

We made it, never hated, underrated, group the greatest

Conversation turn to confrontation, many complications

Need a job, I do a favor, huh, well, here's your application (Here)

Put the pressure on 'em for the cup of tea, interrogation (Pressure)

The stretcher on the white, still sellin' Sarah Palin (Stretch it)

Lot of blues in my pocket, that's a blue face, baby (Hell yeah)

Make a move for my pocket, that'd be doomsday, baby (Hell yeah)

I can still intercept or steal, Champ Bailey (Steal)

Pop a seal, I'ma drink codeine on the daily (Still sealed)

It was bad, sent the bad bitch to bait 'em (Shit was bad)

Shit get sad when it's on, partners snake 'em (Snake)

[Chorus]

Blue strips, the blue cash, yeah, yeah (Blue cash)

All blue strips, the blue bag, yeah, yeah (Blue, blue)

Shorty wanna bring her friend to tag, yeah, yeah (Oh, tag)

Bring an overnight bag just to stay, hell yeah

Screamin' like a white boy, I'm wasted, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Pop a pill, don't taste it, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Stone cold ice faces, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

I told the world I was gon' make it, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Now I made it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I create it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

That's why I chase it, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Written by: Jason Constantin, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Nicholas Zita, Quavious Marshall

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