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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ebeneezer Maxwell
Ebeneezer Maxwell
Programming
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasty C
Nasty C
Composer
Ahmar Bailey
Ahmar Bailey
Composer
Keven Wolfsohn
Keven Wolfsohn
Composer
Paul Bogumil Goller
Paul Bogumil Goller
Composer
Jonathan Hoskins
Jonathan Hoskins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Elements
The Elements
Producer
Kid Hazel
Kid Hazel
Producer
Ebeneezer Maxwell
Ebeneezer Maxwell
Recording Engineer
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Producer
Mike Manitshana
Mike Manitshana
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan Hoskins
Jonathan Hoskins
Producer

Letra

Yeah, I got problems all up to my neck Compress, compress, compress (compress) Can't let them see me a mess 'Cause we playing chess, I keep it profesh My girl is the reason I'm blessed, our son is the best Wholesome flex Everything in this life is a test If I fail, I'll do better the next I get cheques on cheques on cheques (cheques) I'm really him in the flesh (him) I got them wonderin' how I did I go from a tata straight to a jet I really got 'em, I really got 'em I really got 'em perplexed Owe my hater an 'l' it's a debt Ain't no room for a heart in my chest Think I'm kiddin', but this ain't a crèche My biggest hater looks homeless You tell me who the joke is I would let bro cook But bro don't know where the stove is That man desperate, hopeless And he thinks we don't notice I'm always on point, Cronus I got problems all up to my neck Compress, compress, compress Can't let them see me a mess 'Cause we playin' chess, I keep it profesh My girl is the reason I'm blessed, our son is the best Wholesome flex Everything in this life is a test If I fail, I'll do better the next I get cheques on cheques on cheques I'm really him in the flesh I got them wonderin' how I did I go from a tata straight to a jet I really got 'em, I really got 'em I really got 'em perplexed Big shoutout to the haters, whoo! Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) I want nothing less (I want nothing less, yeah) Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) Gimme my respect (gimme my respect), run me up a cheque Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) I want nothing less (I want nothing less, yeah) Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) Gimme my respect, run me up a cheque, yeah Long as I'm gettin' this money then everything good, I'm aces I don't want nothin' to do with you niggas, have fun in the matrix Nappy headed black boy in the front of the plane, they look at me racist Don't have to tell me I'm doin' better than they wish It's written all over their faces (it's written) I'm the shit and the ass, niggas is all gas, no mass Niggas is all rap no class, all facts, no cap All smoke, no dap, all jealousy and envy, ayy Brodie say he got the fire, I lift up my shirt like samesies Walkin' and slidin' all over this beat, I got 808s caught in my laces I treat a woman the same way I'm drinkin' this Henny, I don't wanna chase it I treat a woman the same way I'm drinkin' this Henny, I'm havin' her naked My career took off in the middle of a storm at first, so business was shaky I've been flyin' high lately, all this shade won't shake me Aim for the moon, shoot for the star, all guns off safety I've been flyin' high lately, all this shade won't shake me Aim for the moon, shoot for the star, all guns off safety Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) I want nothing less (I want nothing less, yeah) Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) Gimme my respect (gimme my respect), run me up a cheque Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) I want nothing less (I want nothing less, yeah) Money, power, respect (Money and power, respect, money and power, respect) Gimme my respect, run me up a cheque
Writer(s): Ahmar Bailey, Ebeneezer Maxwell, Jonathan Hoskins, Keven Wolfsohn, Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo, Paul Bogumil Goller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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