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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Gregg Gillis
Gregg Gillis
Songwriter
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Songwriter
Michael Larry Smith
Michael Larry Smith
Songwriter
Ronald Dunbar
Ronald Dunbar
Songwriter
Sean Pompey
Sean Pompey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregg Gillis
Gregg Gillis
Mastering Engineer
Frank Musarra
Frank Musarra
Mixing Engineer
Girl Talk
Girl Talk
Producer

Lyrics

Woo! Yes! Never hated, always stayed official, then my part, I played it Now I'm faded, money, made it, take my time and demonstrate it Hop up on a different plane, I'm 'bout to cop a different chain I'm 'bout to cop a different whip, every night a different dip If it's 'bout a million dollars, book my flight, I'll take the trip Youngest niggas getting rich, I'ma always make a list Put some diamonds in my watch, I'm icy like I sprained my wrist Ain't no other nigga you could name that put you on like this Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up Look how I rep the Miss (I put you on) Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up, look how I rep the Miss Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did I put you on for real, I put you on for real I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real I put you on for real, I put you on for real (I put you on) I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real (right) I'm on the bomb, it's kill (uh) fuck the alarm for real (uh) I hit the farm to build (right) I got a monster deal (really) Might cop a hundred, I might get 'em fronted I might get 'em gone but still Watch how the foreign peel (skrrt) I put you on for real (right) Shit, it's all in the flip (uh) VVS in my drip (uh) Shoutout Ronnie my mans, get it popping in KITH It's professional hustling, you dudes not in discussion Just me, Cameron and Justin, this ain't amateur stunting Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up Look how I rep the Miss (uh) Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did (uh) Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up, look how I rep the Miss Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did I put you on for real, I put you on for real I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real (uh) I put you on for real, I put you on for real (I put you on) I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real My sub, my sub, fifteens was knockin' like aw sookie sookie now Glass house, no doubt, look at them Lookin'-ass niggas lookin', lookin' now I got gumption just to come out of the wood with a check and a mink K.R.I.T., remember the time they ain't think a nigga be king Multi alumni, this is the army, this is a navy I was still moving, I was still touring Even when radio never would play me, crazy See me on top, return of forever, I'm never gon' settle Look at the level, precious the metal Nigga, I tell you, dig it like shovels, we put you on for real Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up Look how I rep the Miss Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up, look how I rep the Miss Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did I put you on for real, I put you on for real I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real I put you on for real, I put you on for real I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real
Writer(s): Ronald Dunbar, Justin Scott, Gregg Michael Gillis, Sean Pompey, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Michael Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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