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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
Quincy Tellem
Quincy Tellem
Programming
Sean Murdz
Sean Murdz
Programming
Steel Banglez
Steel Banglez
Programming
Roy Woods
Roy Woods
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Denzel Spencer
Denzel Spencer
Composer
Pahuldip Singh Sandhu
Pahuldip Singh Sandhu
Composer
Quincy Ferreira
Quincy Ferreira
Composer
Sean Gardner
Sean Gardner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Engineer
Sean D
Sean D
Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Quincy Tellem
Quincy Tellem
Producer
Sean Murdz
Sean Murdz
Producer
Steel Banglez
Steel Banglez
Producer

Lyrics

Zino Records, ha-ha-ha-ha Ridin' with them things Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing Pounds stackin' up 'til I'm snappin' rubber bands Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it (uh) all again Free the gang and my family, all we do is win Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (remember those days) Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire niggas) Break them off, they're always asking for more Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw, uh I gave out samples on tour (trap star shit) Now all these haters wanna bring it Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in I'm a rabbit with the stick (yeah) If I'm mackin' your chick She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (yeah) Bitches come around, now he's actin' out of character (what's up?) And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (know the difference) Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (out here) All the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker I bring my youngens Wireless to rob your favourite rapper It's Nines Ridin' with them things Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again (uh) Free the gang and my family, all we do is win Don't compare me to them dirty niggas (nah) I make more than crack dealers and I flip green (yeah, yeah) Of course I made mills before my thirties, nigga I was wearin' Rollies at 16 Me and Midgy, we up, that's a quarter mill Slipped up, now I gotta watch her take the morning pill Lookin' like a footballer in these whips I drive (yeah) I was wearin' RM's and they was 65 All these niggas here, when I was broke, they weren't around (yeah) I coulda been in Top Boy but I turned it down (Sully and them man) Uh, my whole body lookin' froze (sub-zero) After my show, we got a lobby full of hoes, uh I used to sell packs in the pouring rain (out here) When it comes to this trap shit, I'm hall of fame (Harlesden legend) She see the stars in my roof now she miss me Bitch, my new car's bulletproof, I come like 50 Ridin' with them things Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again Free the gang and my family, all we do is win
Writer(s): Denzel Spencer, Courtney Freckleton, Pahuldip Sandhu, Quincy Ferreira, Sean Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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