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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max B
Max B
Vocals
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Songwriter
Charley Wingate
Charley Wingate
Songwriter
Todd Scott
Todd Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arnold Mischkulnig
Arnold Mischkulnig
Mastering Engineer
Cliff Cultreri
Cliff Cultreri
Mastering Engineer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Recording Engineer
Eric Jensen
Eric Jensen
Recording Engineer
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Executive Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz Made it rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones We got them gold diggers, cold bitches That wanna party off patron liquor, car hoppers the hard stoppers Catch 'em at the party call 'em bar hoppers We live up in the sky you call 'em star watchers They chase dope boys trap stars with fast cars And executives rap stars with black cars So we could swipe it charge it to the game Trips to M.I.A. Murcielago in the lane She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She love the dick suck it till it cum She say I'm the best fuck of her life She give a nigga the energy he need Whenever he feels nothin' is right Now we in M.I. party till the noon Hammers in the ride Ferrari's go zoom All types of incidentals charges on my room From last night buggin', we mobbin' with the goons We hit the town hard, fuckin' with the ladies Bottles of viva clique, puffin' on the hazy It's all deja vu seen it all before Got her in my drop heater on the floor So I sped off from the spot, gettin' heady rock Got her in the telly she wouldn't let a nigga pop And when I woke all I seen was a note Nigga follow the trail and meet me in A T L She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She love the dick suck it till it cum She say I'm the best fuck of her life She give a nigga the energy he need Whenever he feels nothin' is right Now we pull up in the a shoppin' in Lenox mall Gotta get fly squad ready to ball We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin' Then she told me magic city fat asses and they pretty They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus I'm tryin' to play my cards like a game of strip poker Flight up in the mornin' gotta get up on her When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance And all the time M.O.B. on my mind The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. She's got a thing for slippin' clique and goin' clubbin' at nights Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She likes the finer things and fuck with niggaz whose money is right Ain't nothin' like the love of my life She love the dick suck it till it cum She say I'm the best fuck of her life She give a nigga the energy he need Whenever he feels nothin' is right
Writer(s): Joseph Jones, Charly Wingate, Todd Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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