Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Marcus Randall
Marcus Randall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Childish Major
Childish Major
Producer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
****, what you say?
Let's go, ****
[Verse 2]
****, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, swear it cost ya boy 'bout seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Gold Rollie on right now, swear it cost ya boy 'bout seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy ridin' 'round with seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with seventy-two zones
[Verse 3]
****, what you say?
Go ahead, ****, act silly, let the choppa go on college, wet willies
We kickin' chickens in the back like we at Chili's
All my **** still up in there (Fuck you, gon' free Willy)
Ok, I bought my gold for the gold diggers
Learned about the whip game from the old ****
They like "Why you call him Snow?" ('Cause he cold, ****)
Singin' yayo song, J Cole ****, okay
Two bricks in one car
'Bout to get 'em but naked like a porn star
You know I put 'em back together like a mixtape
Have 'em jumpin' off the shelf like a sextape
If it it jumpin' back right then the sex great
Two cuties, got em lookin' like a pancake
Half a million dollar play with a handshake
Get the pressin' off the check till your hand ache, okay
Al good, need an ace band
And buy fours all day, he the eight man
You really gettin' that cake, then you the cake man
You really whippin' them pies, you th bake man
[Verse 4]
They say great minds think alike, know what I'm thinkin', ****?
A great grind will change your life (That's what I'm thinkin', ****)
I don't care who he is, where he at, where motherfuckin' ever
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherfucker better
[Verse 5]
****, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, swear it cost ya boy 'bout seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Gold Rollie on right now, swear it cost ya boy 'bout seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy ridin' 'round with seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
[Verse 6]
One time I re'd up with a half ticket
**** fucked my order up, 'bout a half a chicken
You check always right (How can we help you, king?)
I said yeah, I can name eighteen things, okay
Five hundred in a ziplock, some esay dropped it off in his flip-flops
You know we peeled the top back like a T-top
And watch the money start comin', hit the G spot, okay
This is somethin' you should understand
When the work drop, same color rubber band
For my ghetto superstar, that really got fans
Let it sit up on the counter, catch a damn tan, okay
Stove on and the water runnin'
The yayo told the soda "Look the water comin'"
It's gonna be a lil' cool, be prepared
****, whatever you do, don't be scared
I'm 'bout to get a cookin' show on Netflix
And I'ma call that motherfucker Yeah, The Best Bricks
'Cause I ain't no limit to this shit, Mia Ex-bitch
Me and this fork and my wrist, we the best, bitch
[Verse 7]
They say great minds think alike, know what I'm thinkin', ****?
A great grind will change your life (That's what I'm thinkin', ****)
I don't care who he is, where he at, where motherfuckin' ever
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherfucker better
[Verse 8]
****, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, swear it cost ya boy 'bout seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Gold Rollie on right now, swear it cost ya boy 'bout seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy ridin' 'round with seventy-two zones
****, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with seventy-two zones
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Marcus Randall
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