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DJ Khaled (Ft. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross, & 2 Chainz) - Whatever
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DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
伴唱
Future
Future
演唱
Young Thug
Young Thug
演唱
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
演唱
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
演唱
作曲和作词
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
词曲作者
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
词曲作者
William Roberts
William Roberts
词曲作者
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
词曲作者
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
词曲作者
Eliphete Celestin
Eliphete Celestin
词曲作者
Arthur Baker
Arthur Baker
词曲作者
JOHN ROBIE
JOHN ROBIE
词曲作者
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
词曲作者
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
词曲作者
制作和工程
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
联合制作人
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
制作人
Schife Karbeen
Schife Karbeen
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Eli On the Beat
Eli On the Beat
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Brett Bailey
Brett Bailey
录音工程师
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
录音工程师
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
混音工程师
Ray Alamo
Ray Alamo
助理工程师
Derrick Jenner
Derrick Jenner
助理工程师
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
母带工程师
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
录音工程师
Thomas Bennett
Thomas Bennett
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Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room DJ Khaled! Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy Got my hand flooded, I Buy the whole projects, I Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I Charge the whole 30, I Got my niggas workin', I Got my bitches down for whatever I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! (Geek!) Pay up like I've been runnin' it up forever I ran that shit up through the roof Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother Buy her everything and I got proof Up, designer fit, ain't nothing to buy it And I done whipped every tire With the brake pad, "Mello Yello" Catch up Bring me up like your pop-pop Whatever you need to I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe Keep up! That V-12 'bout to heat up Grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt The color of my boxers, yeah I'm Tommy'd up Got the Tommy tucked, ayy I toss that shit up like a spray Watch it spill on the clothes I soak that shit up When they told me, "Don't matter, boss won" I suspended these bitches And I subpoenaed these niggas See who was real I supported my bank account And I wouldn't tell you the account 'Less I need to put some of this money on your head Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy Got my hand flooded, I Buy the whole projects, I Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I Charge the whole 30, I Got my niggas workin', I Got my bitches down for whatever I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! Maybach Music DIamonds all on my fingers Misses still miscellaneous Left the ski-mask in the 'Rari Residencies out in Vegas Smoking like Calvin Broadus Blueberry with the big homie "Idols Become Rivals" Down to die for my survival Fell in love with the money She at the spot every Sunday Loyalty's what I lust How I measure my woman Minimize my mistakes Love every tat on my face DJ Khaled, my blood Got several M's in my safe Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy Got my hand flooded, I Buy the whole projects, I Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I Charge the whole 30, I Got my niggas workin', I Got my bitches down for whatever I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! 2 Chainz Watch me break down bales Residue on scales Yeah, I had the girls sick Man-I-Cure like nails Competition might fail Repetition might sell Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes Dirty bitches, oh well Foreign whip rider Lobster on my rider You can get the platter I put my money up, uh You gon' need a ladder Work know acrobatics Work know calisthenics My dick be acting stingy My check be acting boujee My car got all the groupies I bought a new Rolex Now my old Rolex tryna sue me Fashion on exotic Pistol on regardless Bitches look like Barbie Ricky Bobby on my trolly Tryna set a bando on fire I'm just tryna get you so higher Money coming in, we get flyer You must be tryna wife her like Tiger Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy Got my hand flooded, I Buy the whole projects, I Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I Charge the whole 30, I Got my niggas workin', I Got my bitches down for whatever I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever! I tried to hide the money and ran outta room Whatever!
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Eliphete Celestin, Khaled Khaled, Benjmain Dyer Diehl, Tauheed Epps, William Roberts, Ian Lewis, John Robie, Arthur Henry Baker, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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