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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Lead Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
Background Vocals
Peter Lee Johnson
String Instrument
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Manny Park
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Simms
Assistant Engineer
Andy Barnes
Recording Engineer
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Andrew Grossman
Engineer
Iain Findlay
Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Engineer
Todd Norman
Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined
The possibility's up the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I'm living
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go
911, I bust 'em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin'
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin' a deal, uh
Just got through poppin' the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that's somethin' I can give
Dolla don't want no mo' kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don't want no mo' friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got act' in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin' and shit
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined
The possibility's up the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin', you creamin'
'Cause Dolla hittin' it, gettin' it
Get ya outta here, he hittin' it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that's all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that's Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that act' right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I'm not them, I'm that guy
Spaceships, I'm that high
Superfly, I'm that fly
So, understand why, psh
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined
The possibility's up the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Keep goin' through your phone
Keep stackin' up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin', let the money grow
Cris' smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
'Bout the hoes, we don't like niggas
All the shit that I been through
I can't even explain
Smokin' Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can't carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain't stayin' at the Marriott
Presidential, that's my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin' wwed soon as your man get up
She with me 'cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can't say that I blame her (uh)
I'm puttin' KK in the paper (yeah)
I'm coppin' a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I'm takin' them pics with my haters (wow)
Don't need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm famous (no)
My niggas cockin' and aimin' (damn, wow, bang, brrow)
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined
The possibility's up the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Cameron Thomaz, Glenda Proby, Tyrone William Griffin Jr
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