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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Performer
Ludacris
Ludacris
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Songwriter
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza
Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer

Lyrics

Aye yeah boy Yeah, I said what I said, hoe Aye yeah Yeah, I said what I said, hoe Aye yeah boy Yeah, said what I said, Luda Aye yeahh Ha Still nobody fucking with me Whole crew, all we do is ball like niggas stuck in the bubble wit me Go against me, not smart I'm the Grand Wizard, you want no parts You a scarecrow, you get no brain Like the tin man, you got no heart Cowardly lion, Y'all be cowardly lying about all the money you make Or the money you fake 22 acres, raining money soon as you come in my gate Let it monsoon, where the stormtroopers? If stars warring, I'm Gеorge Lucas Don't blame me if your whorе choosing, like Easy E I was born ruthless Attitude is on nigga rich, and driving whips off the dealership Fuck school, All I had to learn was reading contracts and good penmanship No censorship, this is real as it gets I'm a boss boy, you a worker I'm a savage dog, my catalogue'll kill all rappers in a Versus Luda! Party through the roof, yeah They know we the truth, yeah (I ain't lying) She look like that ooh, yeah They come by the two, yeah (I ain't lying) We be deep like them troops, yeah Got it in my roots, yeah (I ain't lying) We gon' show up don't lose it, yeah End up in the news, yeah (I ain't lying) It's the champagne popping ass, Impala hopping ass Mexicana bitch 'bout to pop shit Por si no sabian esta mami, go from speaking Spanish, Hasta barras en Ingles, I give you options I'm up in this bitch, I got the whip and bitches topless Got it on my own, I know the margins and the profits I listened to "Tell It How It Is" and this shit's obvious It's Ludacris how much money I got up in my pockets But I got me some haters, I'll get to 'em later I'm up in Colombia, buying apartments in Grenada Everywhere I go I take my flag and I wave it Signed myself to myself and now I only talk in acres I'm a big bag getter, bad bitch breaker-offer Big talker but I bet I bet on everything I talk about I'm a looker like my mother and a fighter like my father And all my cousins out here looking like an episode of "Locked Up" If I said it then I meant it Bitch I keep it one hunnid so I'm checking your percentage If I want it then I get it No cosign, real bad bitches build they own credit If I said it then I meant it Bitch I keep it one hunnid so I'm checking your percentage If I want it then I get it No cosign, real bad bitches build they own credit Party through the roof, yeah They know we the truth, yeah (I ain't lying) She look like that ooh, yeah They come by the two, yeah (I ain't lying) We be deep like them troops, yeah Got it in my roots, yeah (I ain't lying) We gon' show up don't lose it, yeah End up in the news, yeah (I ain't lying) Yeah, said what I said, hoe Uh, I said what I said, hoe Yeah, I said what I said, hoe Uh, I said what I said, bitch
Writer(s): Christopher James Gholson, Christopher Bridges, Mathias Goeran Rosenholm, Claudia Alexandria Madriz Meza, Chaney Cc Montrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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