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Rockie Fresh
Rockie Fresh
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Donald Pullen
Donald Pullen
Songwriter
Rashad "Hazebanga" Muhammad
Rashad "Hazebanga" Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Haze Banga
Haze Banga
Producer

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Again got the car with the crib Really get it how I live, this ain't what you used to Somebody finna open up the door Got the Louis on the floor like this ain't what you used to A shorty says she wanna take a trip, got a pool take a dip Like this ain't what you used to Nah, this ain't what you used to Nah, this ain't what you used to Racquetball without those gems, magic gets made when the lights get dim And shorty ass fat but her waist real slim, might get a Evo or a X5M Roll with the winners where the winters ain't cold We chasing the heat while we traveling the globe Waking up to breakfast, got the Gucci on the robe And the diamonds in the bezel like they cutting on the store What you wanna do, you and your crew You're coming through, come spend the night You living right, might change your life Money ain't a thing, I could clearly pay the price And nah the real legends do the same thing twice Got a DC ' bitch that loves to use the word slice And every time I hit it then she wearing nigga ice She said that we bad but I ain't taking her advice I'mma keep rolling up and I'mma keep pulling up If I tell you that I got it then don't even doubt it Talk about a comma cause the youngin been about it I tell you 'bout the hustle cause I always been right at it Into every situation tried to get some ends about it At 17 my bitch was 35, I had a vet It's how I'm living and that boy ain't even made a check They ask me how much would I put up on the placing bets I would bet everything, I knew I'll always be a king Shorty fell in love, it was just a fling She be in the lab, show a nigga sing Home girl hating on her, she might intervene Back of my mind I'm just hoping that they do the team Young niggas winning on this side, so in love but you'll never dig right I say these hating ass niggas can't ruffle my fathers Or touch on my leathers Success is my mental, looking at all my endeavors She poppin' it steady, I swear that I'm ready To lock it down, give her life like she Martin and Eddy They yelling young and the realest cause I show cold? Tsunami all on these bitches, you niggas just make it rain I'm taking trips to Japan, everything's? at hand My whole team on fire, nigga, NBA jam Screaming HS87, HS87 Me and my youngins about that fetty, all about that fetty Guap, lean or cheddar out the deli, get in line We the shit, boy, coming lead a life with young Rodney and Hit-Boy, bitch X2
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Donald Howard Pullen, Rashad Muhammad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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