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Boulders
4,644
Hip-Hop/Rap
Boulders was released on December 4, 2015 by Atlantic Records as a part of the album Canal Street Confidential
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Release DateDecember 4, 2015
LabelAtlantic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals, Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Caserta
Nathaniel Caserta
Songwriter
N. Wilburn
N. Wilburn
Songwriter
S. Franklin
S. Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciollo
Fabian Marasciollo
Mixing Engineer
Purps
Purps
Producer
Rich "Mixed by Rich"
Rich "Mixed by Rich"
Recording Engineer
Chitown Rich
Chitown Rich
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drove 'bout five full cars in the same night, keep switching up
Show my other **** they can get it too, no giving up
Safe house, a couple hundred thousand now, keep picking up
Gasoline, can't get no louder, that kick in your eardrums
Got some slappers from 808 Mafia, you should go get you some
Depend on how your budget run, how fast your money come
I'm from New Orleans, my ****, I gotta stunt
We're tryna run up in some
Type of shit that my **** be waitin' on
Organization is taking form
Bitches be bringing the paper for 'em
Rolling they weed in paper for 'em
Journal entries I read aloud
Them record labels keep paying for 'em
Thirty minutes, got a plane to board
To the airport in a racing car
Charge it to the **** playing card
Mama praying for me, oh Lord
[Verse 2]
I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
You could get it if you do it how I shows you
In presence of pressure, keep your composure
Stand tall soldier, you'll ball 'fore it's all over
(Fuck waiting baby, get your paper)
(Fuck bitches, won't stack your riches)
(If they don't see you, make 'em hear about you)
(And when you see 'em, make those fuckers feel you)
[Verse 3]
Bitches could start a war
What's in the paper can start a car
They caught the vapors from chasing stars
Drop top, park Chevy's off
Sauce dog 'em out, like they fucking golf carts
Burn 'em out on the basketball court
What it's all for, what it's all for
For a fam, ****, 'cause I'm all heart
On the top floor at the Waldorf
**** dumb fresh, but I'm too smart
To slip up with **** and get caught
What you looking at is a real boss
Got a line of **** that'll kill for him
But it's all good 'cause I'm too high
Tryna come up with another five million
Build a building so we can hide it in it
To the ceiling, money piling in it
No miles on it, windows not tinted
Hot spilling in a 560 Benz
Hot vintage shit, fly isn't it?
I could show you how I done it
Start a company and run it
Hustle that you put in to it
You can pull more than doubles from it
[Verse 4]
I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
You could get it if you do it how I shows you
In presence of pressure, keep your composure
Stand tall soldier, you'll ball 'fore it's all over
(Fuck waiting baby, get your paper)
(Fuck bitches, won't stack your riches)
(If they don't see you, make 'em hear about you)
(And when you see 'em, make them fuckers feel you)
[Verse 5]
I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
You could get it if you do it how I showed you
In presence of pressure, keep your composure
Stand tall soldier, you'll ball 'fore it's all over
Written by: N. Wilburn, Nathaniel Caserta, S. Franklin
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