Music Video

Upcoming Concerts for Birdman & Juvenile

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Performer
Juvenile
Juvenile
Performer
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Carl Benoit
Carl Benoit
Piano
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juvenile
Juvenile
Composer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Composer
Carl Benoit
Carl Benoit
Composer
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
DRok
Producer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I let the jewelry hit the sun And let shit bling I see a nigga having fun like I was 16 I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I let the jewelry hit the sun And let shit bling I see a nigga having fun like I was 16 I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I remember I was young With them hoop dreams I remember hittin' licks when I was 15 Now I'm on the road, catchin' flights at 16 Now a nigga gettin' money, What the fuck you mean? (What the fuck you mean?) Used to walk to school, Now I hop out a Sprinter Got that heater on me, In the fall, in the Winter I'm the king of the jungle Got me feeling like I'm Simba Choppa make 'em get Low like a nigga doin' limbo Remember rainy days and stormy nights Now I'm gettin' paid, I'm shining like a light My diamonds lemonade With a lot of ice And if that bitch play with me, He gon' pay that price I let the jewelry hit the sun And let shit bling I see a nigga having fun like I was 16 I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I let the jewelry hit the sun And let shit bling I see a nigga having fun like I was 16 I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams (Rich Gang) Yeah, 16 and I'm on the cape (I'm on the cape) 18 caught my first body (Caught my first body) Me and my round niggas Stayed in the shallows We was thuggin' out with No guidance (With no guidance) Flipped the script, got a new whip (Got a new whip) My old head gave me my first brick (My first brick) Line 'em up and we split that shit (And we split that shit) Gave him the lick and I took the hit (And I took the hit) I gave him money but it came with fame (It came with fame) Accept the struggle, no pain no gain Run it up, nigga remain the same (Remain the same) We got the money, nigga stuntin' on planes I let the jewelry hit the sun And let shit bling I see a nigga having fun like I was 16 I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I let the jewelry hit the sun and let shit bling I see a nigga having fun like I was 16 I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams I can't believe it's really happening, It was just dreams (Rich Gang) (D-D-D-Rock, D-Rock, D-Rock...)
Writer(s): Terius Gray, Bryan Williams, Carl Paul Benoit, Ansen Andre, Fareed Ahmad Salamah, Daniel Lebrun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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