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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
Sampled Artist
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Songwriter
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
Songwriter
Peter Tosh
Peter Tosh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Engineer
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Quavo
Quavo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck it, crown the king You dig? You know know what I mean? Fuck it, crown the king (fuck it) Benz truck for the queen (Benz) G.I.A, my rings (G.I) G.I. Joe, my team (ice) Fuck what you mean (fuck it) Fuck what you mean (fuck what you mean) Talking too cheap (talk to cheap) Like money ain't green (like money ain't green) Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em (shoot) Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em (dope) Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tellin' (you) Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Nigga might think you feds the way you snap pictures Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas Get what you earn when you serve with pistols Trigger, finger, itching, itching R.I.P. to Pistol Pete She hit that line, London Fletcher Fishbowl, wrist swimming on the fish Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat I batted the bat (I batted the bat) Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins) I do all stunts (stunts), I kick like a football punt (kick it) You wanna talk loads? (Loads) I made three mil' this month (three M) You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none Fuck it, crown the kings (fuck it) (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) (yeah) Crown the kings (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em (shoot) Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em (dope) Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tellin' (you) Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Drown the ice with medicine Drown your bitch with the skeleton (drown) I'm on the stove cooking elements (elements) The sky's the limit, I'm heaven-sent (sky) Dripping them flies, a pelican (dripping it) Buy my a zoo, I got elephants (zoo) They saucy, these niggas not relevant (who?) They copy the bros and it's evident (copy) Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat (boats) My soul devoted (soldiers) Bankrolls are loaded (bankroll) Cash out, no notice (hey) Rolls-Royce came with a chauffeur (chauffeur) Stick in the couch and the sofa (stick) Five karat in my ear, it's boulder (karats) Pass me the fire, smoke 'em (fire) Me and my bitch are like B and Hova (Hova) Go do a show and it sold out (sold out) Stash the hundreds they mowed up (stash) Fuck on your bitch til' she throw up (smash) Stick to the code, don't fold up (code) Boujee bitch, her nose up (boujee) Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap (smashing) Hundred round dramas, cold cuts Fuck it, crown the kings (fuck it) (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) (yeah) Crown the kings (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) (yeah) Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em (shoot) Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em (dope) Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tellin' (you) Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em I got every drug that start with a letter Chickens is tender With her, said that you Soulja Boy the way you tell 'em Breakin' and enter Free all my niggas locked up in the cell, no cellular (brr) I'm special, but first I was regular Fuck the feds and free my niggas that's federal Couple scammers and some decimals (decimals) I'ma feed 'em to the animals (awrr) I let 'em play in the back with them lions 'Til he run out of the stamina (run) I told him he stealing, he told me I'm lying I told him I got him on camera Act like I wanna make music with ya Just to hit you and your manager (brr) Fuck it, crown the kings Crown the kings Fuck it, crown the kings
Writer(s): Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Daryl Mcpherson, Bob Marley, Winston Hubert Mcintosh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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