Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maino
Maino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Erik Reyes Ortiz
Erik Reyes Ortiz
Songwriter
Jermaine Coleman
Jermaine Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blast Off Productions
Blast Off Productions
Mixing Engineer
Justice
Justice
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Vaughn "REK" Beck
Vaughn "REK" Beck
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, ha How yall feel out there? Yeahh Here Comes trouble ya'll Here Comes trouble ya'll Here Comes trouble ya'll Here Comes trouble ya'll What, what, what, what, what, what, what what, what, what, what Now let it pop yeh, yeh now here comes trouble ya'll Ridin' dirty got goons in the double R It's the black flag We a coomal square? Nigga with the cash Come to Hustle Hard Million Dollar Dreams Money on my mind Thousand dollar G's Been choppin on the grind See the wrist man See the whip man Look at the passenger side you see the bitch man Niggas know I'm thuggin' That's why they hate me comin' Cause when I come to the club That's when the trouble comes in But they don't worry me But you ain't heard of me I'm a G, Baby Not a celebrity I ain't got rap friends Got homies all in jail I'm in a black benz Getting' drunk as hell With that grey goose, more patron shots I ain't afraid to shoot I let it pop What, what, what, what, what, what, what what, what, what, what Now let it pop say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll What the fuck you niggas wanna do man? Nigga this ain't rap its that real shit You better chill bitch Before my niggas lay 'em deeper than well shit Look how I got 'em now They got a problem now 550, the wheels don't even touch the ground I ain't frontin' love I'm cool with crips and bloods Got my knife on me I Snuck it in the club Now what they yappin' about I'm what I rap about I'm on that thug shit Now what those rappers about I'm Swurvin' out the lane I'm all liquored up Some body grab a wheel, before I hit a truck I'm so wreckless, my life's hectic I'm in the spot with my r&b bitch Kelly Rowland, I got her open Got her up my ass, nigga we both in Ain't no turning back The only way is up I want everything The world ain't enough What, what, what, what, what, what, what what, what, what, what Now let it pop say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy say, say, say, hi to the bad guy Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll Yup, Yup, Yup, now here comes trouble ya'll
Writer(s): Kevin Crowe, Erik Ortiz, Jermaine H. Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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