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PERFORMING ARTISTS
6LACK
6LACK
Rap
Fwdslxsh
Fwdslxsh
Synthesizer
Alex Goldblatt
Alex Goldblatt
Guitar
Kevin Ekofo
Kevin Ekofo
Guitar
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Goldblatt
Alex Goldblatt
Songwriter
Kevin Ekofo
Kevin Ekofo
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Adeyinka Bankole
Adeyinka Bankole
Songwriter
Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr.
Songwriter
Fwdslxsh
Fwdslxsh
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fwdslxsh
Fwdslxsh
Producer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Joshua Deguzman
Joshua Deguzman
Mixing Engineer
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Producer
Jared Gagarin
Jared Gagarin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Ah-ah, ah-ah Da-da-da-da, ah-ah She found a light within herself That's the true definition of wealth She be seein' the brighter side of things I'm guessin' I taught her well You fine every day, I'm 'bout to file a complaint You ride me today and we gon' slide to the bank Money ain't a thing 'cause I came from nada Down to go broke with you, that's a real partner For better or worse, you got somebody better, hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on) Take a vacay, find a beach we can float on Next week bitches gettin' mad 'cause you post a new photo with a new coat on Switchin' up the weather, switchin' up the time zone, eatin' good, lookin' better Right back to Atlanta, put some money on the schedule I might kill for mine, out here lookin' for the pressure, yeah Ridin' through Decatur with the windows down, we blowin' smoke I think we all know my bitch bad, but I ain't goin' out like no hoe If you see her, you can look, but don't touch, lil bruh If you see her, you can look, but don't touch, lil' girl Or we gon' renovate this bitch and fuck up your world, yeah She by my side, we parallel If I get locked up, she postin' the bail She been seein' the brighter side of things I'm guessin' I taught her well You mine every day, don't try to file no restraint I'm workin' on myself because I care what you think, ooh Money ain't a thing 'cause I came from nada Tryna get a bag with you, that's a real partner On 285, goin' in circles, baby, hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on) Eastside nigga, make you never wanna go home Next week, bitches gettin' mad every time you post, it's like you put a show on It's nothin' they can measure, she ain't even in her prime, it can only get better Right back to Atlanta, put some money on the schedule I'ma kill for mine, out here lookin' for the pressure, yeah, yeah Ridin' through Decatur with the windows down, we blowin' smoke I think we all know my bitch bad, but I ain't goin' out like no hoe If you see her, you can look, but don't touch, lil bruh If you see her, you can look, but don't touch, lil' girl Or we gon' renovate this bitch and fuck up your world, yeah She's sexy, she cool Atlanta for the weekend, so she tryna get loose Smoke one, sip two But if I give you some, I want that bubblegum Tonight, it's goin' digital I want lemonade, watermelon and original, yeah
Writer(s): Olu O. Fann, Adeyinka Bankole-ojo, Kevin Ekofo, Ricardo Valdez Jr. Valentine, Alexander B. Goldblatt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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