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Rick Ross - In Vein (feat. The Weeknd)
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Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Вокал
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Автор песен
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Автор песен
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Продюсер
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Инженер звукозаписи
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Инженер звукозаписи
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Миксинг-инженер
Stephen McDowell
Stephen McDowell
Инженер
Todd Robinson
Todd Robinson
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Victoria Holland
Victoria Holland
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Инженер
Puff Daddy
Puff Daddy
Дополнительный продюсер
Daheala
Daheala
Продюсер

Слова

I don't got a single sober vein in my body I-I don't got a single sober vein in my body (Do not, do not, do not, do not) Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy So ride it out for me, and take it off for me It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide 'Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it Private elevator goin' straight to my unit All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is Tour bus like a National Geographic Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece But now we got it (ooh, ooh) Man, look at the kid now, can nobody stop me? I don't got a single sober vein in my body Fuck her like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari Old money, I just 'fraid the Lord with us Condo blow money, like it's all dope money Come short, wet niggas like a speed boat coming, oh Lord More money, more money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money Belaire running down the Rollie on her arm Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it? I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib 25 mill', I'm doing 25-to-life 100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night Every chandelier ran a nigga, one-mil 20 chandeliers, motherfucker who real? I just wanna show her what I live like Wearing a white Birkin on a winter night Fuck a Birkin, now she in the Bentley That's when she went and tatted double MG Now our bond deep, deeper than the rap She give me brain, she a mastermind to be exact She a mastermind to be exact I give her game and she give it back Sip syrup so I fuck slow Sip more I wanna fuck more Gotta grind 'til your eyes close Stay strapped 'til the trap close They scream Maybach on the cell blocks All my dawgs who used to sell blocks They say the niggas in the jail talk How your homies' commissary fell off What make it worse he got an elbow 25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece But now we got it (ooh, ooh) Man, look at the kid now, can nobody stop me? I don't got a single sober vein in my body
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Abel Tesfaye, Jason Quenneville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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