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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stalley
Stalley
Vocals
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Myricks
Kyle Myricks
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Trevor J Chin
Trevor J Chin
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Trevor J Chin
Trevor J Chin
Producer

Lyrics

As I flip through pages of my notepad Wow, I really wanna shine That's what it boils down to, real shit I just want my mind to be free Never mind if they fond of me, I've been a beast I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet Womanizer admittingly, but mind you I'm deep Although they inclined to critique Motherfuck 'em, they couldn't lace up a nigga's Chukka's 'Cause money talk and I make them bussa's pay for discussion Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes Chasing hoes, dick 'em good enough to make 'em propose Winning, the feeling is so incredible Something that's forever true, my niggas over revenue Little bit of Chanel, decorate your appearance Double C's on your purses, perfect I get the message Isabel Marant I get you some, you give me that All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though I'm always thinking black Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack I ain't thug, but I ain't stupid four niggas, five?, hold up Fire shots for the winners And as long as I'm delivering, this genre's gon' be winning Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending My penmanship ain't too pretty, my ink is why they gon' feel me This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me Double M-G, thank you, this the real me I got a couple old schools and some new girls They like old jewels and new pearls They obey no rules, they some rude girls You know the bad ones that rule the world They just wanna have fun and crash parties But when them games is over they down to ride for me Bonnie and Clyde story, Mick and Mallory A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me After that I sit and counting G's after G 'Cause it's right back to these ends Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends We can do it all again, the repetition that I like The reputation of a pimp And I do it all on him, peep the way I limp Pimp walk I been brought my chick, it was money well spent They say it's cold-blooded how I talk I been winning this way for years, so what if I ain't lost? Sometimes it's like Eyes is low, moment is perfect You see things brighter than you normally see With twenty-twenty, ya know? Enjoy your vice
Writer(s): William Roberts, Carl Mccormick, Olubowale Akintimehin, Trevor Chin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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