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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Kelton Scott II
Kelton Scott II
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Gerrell Nealy
Gerrell Nealy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Franchise
Franchise
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Federico Lopez
Federico Lopez
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Hey Franchise, you did it again Yeah, yeah, yo Ya know, new wave New wave, nigga about to cap 'em Yeah, ay, uh Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Yeen ain't sayin' nothing, damn sure not money, ayy Sick ass niggas, they finna vomit, hey Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh Living room, full of way too many valuables Old miss bad and boujee attitude like she from Baton Rouge After school, made some revenue off that avenue Not a morning person, can I hit it in the afternoon? (In the morning) Woke up feelin' like the man, either Prada or the Vans Make ya choose up on ya man, interceptin' all the plans Benz truck, please shut up VS'd up, teeth glitz'd up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Gucci Mane and A$AP Rocky, I got such a rocky wrist I was being humble, I'm back on my cocky shit (burr) She was being stuck up, now she onto jockin' shit (huh) I was at the bottom, but now on top of the list (Gucci) From Harlem to the 6, let the ballers in the bitch How you in the strip club ain't throwing dollars in this bitch? See, we rollin' in money, and the dash do two hundred Baby, shut the fuck up and you can have you some hundreds Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Yeen ain't sayin' nothing, damn sure not money, ayy Sick ass niggas, they finna vomit, hey Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy I'm flexin' round this bitch I used to fuck though 7-7-7, hit my luck up Gave you all this time, nigga what's up? Hey, walk with friends tryin' to indict me Ayy, I wipe my hands up with lightnin' Ayy, lame ass nigga just sight-seein' AK got a scope, hey, when I'm sniping, whoa Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Yeen ain't sayin' nothing, damn sure not money, ayy Sick ass niggas, they finna vomit, hey Please shut up, please shut up Please shut up, please shut up Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy Uh, shut up, ayy, uh, shut up, ayy
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Rakim Mayers, Marquis Devone Whittaker, Kelton Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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