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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Buddy
Performer
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Composer
Rashad "Hazebanga" Muhammad
Rashad "Hazebanga" Muhammad
Composer
Khallid Muhammad
Khallid Muhammad
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Composer
Isiah Salazar
Isiah Salazar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rashad "Hazebanga" Muhammad
Rashad "Hazebanga" Muhammad
Producer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Matt Jacobson
Matt Jacobson
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Hey up there I'm on my way up Tell the radio to play us Blame it on the place I grew up Hit that landmine then I blew up I've been on my job too long Damn right I know what I do wrong Ain't no way that I'm gon' change up Now everybody better pay up Elevator on my way up (on my way up) Penthouse, bad bitch put her feet up (get her feet up, yeah) Dolla need that new Bentley truck (new Bentley truck) They just mad they wanna be us, oh Pull out the window, foot on the gas (gas) Mixin' or rubbing the gas or sell 'em out fast Searching my diamond they wet, searching my diamond they wet Always been one step ahead, I keep my foot on their neck, yeah Ay, with the gang gang, bitch I'm with the gang gang (gang, gang) And when I'm in my Rolls Royce I take up two lane (two lane) They be like "Boy that's how you feel?" I be like "Shit yeah" And DJ turn this shit up and it's that's "shit yeah" Hey up there I'm on my way up (Hey up there I'm on my way up) Tell the radio to play us (Tell the radio to play us) Blame it on the place I grew up (Shit, blame it on the place I grew) Hit that landmine then I blew up Got money then blew up I've been on my job too long (Shit, I been doin' too much) Damn right I know what I do wrong (Shit, sometimes I be fuckin' up) Ain't no way that I'm gon' change up (Shit, I'ma be like this for good) Now everybody better pay up Pay up, pay up Tryna get rich don't wanna be famous With my day ones, 75 cents to catch that bus Came up, came up got my check and then I finesse Say I got next Got right now so I guess I'll just, keep my feet up Smokin' all this weed, I need a re-up Give it all to me, more money, money Can't tell me nothing We out here struggling This why we hustling Never heard it like this don't lie You ain't never heard it like this don't lie Never heard it like this don't lie We had gifts at Christmas time Now I'm gettin' mine Niggas out here be switchin' sides Stay down 'til I touch the sky, that's right Hey up there I'm on my way up (Hey up there I'm on my way up) Tell the radio to play us (Tell the radio to play us) Blame it on the place I grew up (Aye, blame it on the place I grew) Hit that landmine then I blew up Got money then blew up I've been on my job too long (Shit, I been doin' too much) Damn right I know what I do wrong (Shit, sometimes I be fuckin' up) Ain't no way that I'm gon' change up (Shit, I'ma be like this for good) Now everybody better pay up My granny used to tell me "Boy don't look back" That was '96, I was bumpin' Outkast She was stuck in Church like Hallelujah Now it's getting scary Freddy Krueger
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Simmie Sims, Rashad Muhammad, Kent Jamz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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