Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Mustard
Исполнитель
Rick Ross
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Dijon McFarlane
Композитор
Mikely Adam
Композитор
Tyrone Griffin
Композитор
Sudan Williams
Композитор
Frank Stanley Naborne III
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mustard
Продюсер
Andrew Drucker
Инженер звукозаписи
Eddie Hernandez
Инженер звукозаписи
James Royo
Миксинг-инженер
Francisco Ramirez
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Victor Luevanos
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mikely Adam
Продюсер
Слова
[Verse 1]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
[Verse 2]
I'm ridding slow like an old ****
All gold like a dope dealer
I'm throwin' cash like I go with her
Hold your head high, oh no, ****
Get cash like the old folks
Dodge potholes when you on spokes
Hold the forty five, smokin' on dope
All white chevy, what he on? coke
Streets talk and they call it word of mouth
Whole hood know what you murdered by
Strip club poppin' but it ain't safe
**** tell and coming home in the same day
[Verse 3]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
[Verse 4]
Come kick it with a ****
Who?
Fly more than I drive, get it from the supplier
If I want it, I buy it, that pussy fire, she stay the night
She ain't even like smoke
Now she rolling up her own joints
Or packin' a G pen, lil' Bombay make the room start spinnin
Even though a lot **** probably ain't here
I'ma put you on somethin', you ain't heard it like this before
I'ma do it how you want it
Let me see you jump on it, act like you rode a dick before
[Verse 5]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what i'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
[Verse 6]
Ain't no I in no team
And no team in no I's
Ain't no reason to be acting shady
No lie, no lie, I'm at your side
No lie, no lie, give it up to my real ****
[Verse 7]
Your crease is what I'm feelin'
And your style is what I'm diggin'
Girl, let's get personal and you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
And you let me go
Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Frank Stanley Naborne III, Mikely Adam, Sudan Williams, Tyrone Griffin

