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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Emmanuel Nickerson
Emmanuel Nickerson
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Producer
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Mano
Mano
Producer

Lyrics

Yeaaaah, turn that maafaka up NOLAN. Woah, know what I'm saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin' danger. I got my mothafuckin' pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga. We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act. Mane, c'mon with the Kap, bruh. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer My third foreign car, it was a Porsche My fourth foreign car you can't afford My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion My draws got them horses, my car got them horses Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces We had no choices Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah You wasn't there when mama was struggling You wasn't there when mama was fussing Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass I went to work and I made an abundance Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion And she got an onion and I wanna rub it We hanging off the Nat, see that's where my office at We dressed all in black We got 'em calling back, just went to the mall and back When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale Riverdale Rd., nigga He was there, he was there, you weren't there He was there, she was there Riverdale Rd., nigga Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there I was the same ol' nigga Yeah that trap had raised a nigga How could you blame a nigga? Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas Came on the set with hundreds to bet But I still changed you niggas, yeah I know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, yeah I know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Okay, from grams to Grammys Okay, from fans to family I went from trips we tryna plan To cribs in South Miami They got my vision fancy My tigger finger antsy I told the bitch she got to sit down Just to understand me They asking, "What's the plan, B?" I don't have a Plan B I told 'em this shit got to work It's just like candy to me I mean it's hard but it's sweet I'm Drench God in the streets I break the law in the sheets I make her cum on repeat I know something you don't know I'm gonna get some bands, oh yeah I know something you don't know, yeah I'm gonna get some bands Riverdale, Riverdale!
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Mike Dean, Emmanuel Nickerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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