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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
Brent Faiyaz
Brent Faiyaz
Vocals
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Vocals
Zacari
Zacari
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Songwriter
Christopher Brent Wood
Christopher Brent Wood
Songwriter
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Javon Gant
Javon Gant
Recording Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Engineer
Jay Kurzweil
Jay Kurzweil
Producer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She see money all around me I look like I'm the man, yeah But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? (Yeah, yeah) You came out of hiding, girl Don't act like I'm your man You just a fan, you don't hold rank (ooh, no, no, no-uh) Don't hold no rank Yeah, uh Dirty ass, Maryland ass nigga with a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow, uh Got your bitch around me, nigga, ain't no playin' When I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn Do it for my niggas in the coast right there Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now Niggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hills And they watchin' for the boy right now Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uh We are what them young boys fear, uh I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lie You can tell that from our peers right now Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh Bet you wanna love me down, uh Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said But know I'm down, uh Freaky deaky show me something, uh Shake it like you owe me something, uh Pushin' on the pussy like a button Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh Bitches on my dick like it's nothing, uh Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin', jumpin', bumpin', jumpin', yeah Hey, nice to meet, I'm Young Jefe, who you be? Got a piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beat She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that's just the way I sleep Stop that madness, I'm a savage In traffic with MAC 11's Baddest bitch and she Spanish I fly her to Calabasas We get nasty, I'm her daddy She know a nigga ain't average Ain't nothing wrong with fake asses Bitch, turn around, let's make magic I'm geekin', uh huh, I'm on it Don't look at me like you want it Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin' In fourth down we ain't puntin' it King of District of Columbia Can't come here without a permit This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas She see money all around me (hey, hey, hey) I look like I'm the man, yeah (Young Jefe Holmes) But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? (Yeah, yeah) You came out of hiding, girl Don't act like I'm your man You just a fan, you don't hold rank (ooh, no, no, no-oh) Don't hold no rank
Writer(s): D'anthony Carlos, Teddy Walton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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