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Deleno Matthews
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Willie Hale
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Willie James Clarke
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
LV
Продюсер
Victor Abjaoudi II
Инженер звукозаписи
Steve Dickey
Инженер звукозаписи
Gimel Keaton
Инженер звукозаписи
Anthony Palazzole
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Deleno Matthews
Продюсер
Diddy
Продюсер
JAY-Z
Исполнительный продюсер
M. Testa
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Shawn Carter
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Tony Dawsey
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Слова
Break out the red lights, welcome to the party life
Welcome to the 70s, sweet
Ordered some Patreezy, while talking to this breezy
Brushing off my three-piece, I make this look too easy
So tall and lanky, my suit, it should thank me
I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky
Mixed with Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly
Papa was a rolling stone, it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
Baby I said, "I-I sport, fly shit I should win the ESPY"
I'm really in another league, babe
I got a slick mouth, you might wanna roll with me
I'm on the bra strap, she's on my dick
Ain't nothing wrong with that, that's my bitch
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shit
So all you niggas fall back, I'll split ya wig
She's my little quarterback, ya dig
'Cause I'm all that in the sack, yeah, ya dig
I spoiled her, foiled it if you faking Jack
She's used to million dollar vacations
Fuck y'all gon' do with that?
Ay, baby, see
When you're used to filet mignon
It's kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Helper
It's your choice though baby
(Is you rolling, rolling, rolling?)
Yeah, baby, is you rolling?
You can stall out or ball out
(Is you rolling, rolling, rolling?)
Make a choice
It's so gangster, baby
Sipping on my vino got me cooler than Pacino
And De Niro put together my real life is like Casino
They should pay me for some B-roll
Taking G-strolls through the ghetto
When rap-pap-pap-pid fire's just a necessary evil
Hola Hovito, cooler than zero
Below, fresh one blade, no chemo
Art with no easel, please it's no equal
Your boy's Off the Wall these other niggas is Tito
Damn, ay baby I said I'm-
I'm Off the Wall, I'm like a young Michael Jackson
These other niggas is Tito
Shout out to Randy
Real talk
I'ma just let this ride out
I might let it ride out for like seven minutes
You can groove to it, whatever
Get your two-step
Guru, turn the lights down
Let's keep it smooth
This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to
Sip your lil' wine, whatever your vice is you know
Whatever you like to do
Get into your comfort zone baby, get into your comfort zone
(Is you rolling, rolling, rolling?)
Head into the party life
I'on't even want it to stop though, for real though
Step into my bedroom, I, call it the red room
'Cau-cause it gets hot, hot, hot, hot
I'm trust you gon' like it, see, why I be talking all this fly shit?
'Cau-cau-cau-cau-cau-cause I'm the flyest
Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
Sold perico, beat the RICO, now I'm legal ba-by
Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
Sold perico, beat the RICO, now can we go crazy
Writer(s): Willie Clarke, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Levar Coppin, Henry Stone, Deleno Matthews, Willie Hale
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