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PERFORMING ARTISTS
REASON
REASON
Vocals
Doctur Dot
Doctur Dot
Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Eian Parker
Eian Parker
Songwriter
Joshua Morgan
Joshua Morgan
Songwriter
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Robert Lee Gill Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meez
Meez
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Co-Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Shoutout to Meez 'cause he noticed me, nigga Got a long ass text message, took the time, yeah, I read it Sensitivity not my best strength but I get it Say she love me real special but my heart is real heavy Try to lighten up the load for the speakers in my Chevy Big money, damn, still up, yeah Ten summers, fuck, still up, yeah Spend it, yeah, still up, yeah No shit, blaow, still up, yeah I got bitches on my line, I got a million on hold And I love 'em all the same, gon' be the death of me though I took two more to the brain and never stepped on the floor Baby, baby, I'm an angel from my head to my toes Big money, damn, still up, yeah Ten summers, fuck, still up, yeah Spend it, yeah, still up, yeah No shit, blaow, still up, yeah (Wait, wait, like wait-wait) Top Dawg, yeah, still up, damn Dreamville, damn (Still up) what's up? I done work hard, got bucks up Loud money niggas got hushed up I'm with EARTHGANG and niggas got wavy Now we got the whole game fucked up, yeah Made it to the top position, work 'til I take Top position 'Til every car off the lot we whippin' I'm in high position, I ain't used to have a pot to piss in Nigga I been so focused Nigga move foward, niggas ain't loafin' I'ma bring change like diggin' in sofas Squeeze on game like niggas turned cobra I been Verizon, niggas T-Mobile Gang gang, uh, still up, wait Ain't shit changed, nah, we still us, uh She ain't cute, ha, but we drunk, yeah Fat ass, shit, still fucked, still fucked I got bitches on my line, I got a million on hold And I love 'em all the same, gon' be the death of me though I took two more to the brain and never stepped on the floor Baby, baby, I'm an angel from my head to my toes Big money, damn, still up, yeah Ten summers, fuck, still up, yeah Spend it, yeah, still up, yeah No shit, blaow (No shit) still up, yeah (Still up) The 0-1-2, I was in the Pontiac with my dude Braggin' 'bout a hoe we bagged then we screwed Sippin' on the cognac with the juice Swerved, jumped the curve, lived to talk about it Nigga, roll a blunt, nigga, lucky you Jesus save the world, money make the rules Niggas livin' dirty, feel like Bonnaroo Feel like I was told, feel like I could choose Feel like gettin' blown when I got the blues Used to walk home, Reebok soldier Quick hop the fence, holes in my shoes Holes in ya' story, I smell a rat You don't see money 'til we see the proof Bitch', I'm rare as a million yous for the internet shit What you really gon' do? I've been in my bag, I'm a carry-on too My day one's barbarians too I walk through glow like aquarium do Marry my job Paradise go wherever I move Feelin' like 'Pac, but I'm livin' like Snoop Die in denial, then live in yo' truth Givin' no fuck, still spillin' like, oops I got bitches on my line, I got a million on hold And I love 'em all the same, gon' be the death of me though I took two more to the brain and never stepped on the floor Baby, baby, I'm an angel from my head to my toes Big money, damn, still up, yeah Ten summers, fuck, still up, yeah Spend it, yeah, still up, yeah No shit, blaow, still up, yeah Louie Ji the wizard
Writer(s): Olu O. Fann, Eian Undrai Parker, Reason, Meez, Loui Ji Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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