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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich White Ladies
Performer
Tokyo Diiva
Vocals
Scotty Rebel
Vocals
Cole Whittle
Bass Guitar
Steve Pyne
Guitar
Justin Tranter
Keyboards
Dan Crean
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Pyne
Composer
Justin Tranter
Composer
Dan Crean
Composer
Neal Persiani
Composer
Lydia Raymond
Composer
Gail Scott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The F-Team
Producer
West Markarian
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Mixing Engineer
Josh Drucker
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dan Crean
Recording Engineer
Letras
We're the one percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
We're the one percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
Unleash the beast, pussy occupy the streets
Our glamour is elite, so average bitches, have a seat
Because we're too pretty to compete
You probably will delete
So sorry we'll defeat cause all y'all bitches obsolete
Better have your bitches wash my feet
Return to sender, keep receipts
We fly first class, you sweep our seats
And take the trash and kiss our ass cheeks
Sorry, had to break the news, we stylish and we break the rules
Balling like some fucking jews
Jesus, I'm so fucking cool
I said I'm number one, but what I meant
Is bye-bye ninety-nine, I'm the one percent
I said I'm number one, but what I meant
Is bye-bye ninety-nine, I'm the one percent
We're the one percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
We're the one percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye ninety-nine
Bye-bye, bye-bye ninety-nine
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
Like Bloomberg I could give two turds
Mr? drove away in my Bugatti
Why y'all mobbing like John Gotti
I'm too fly to join your party
I'm politically incorrect, didn't mean to get everyone upset
Sick bitch get sent to the back (ew)
Feelin like a pet (ew)
I'm sitting pretty you wash the cassette (ew)
Spending your taxes, credit card maxes
Chopping down bank accounts like axes
I'm not ashamed of one percent We run the game
At the top of the food chain, so broke bitch, stay in your lane
I said I'm number one, but what I meant
Is bye-bye ninety-nine, I'm the one percent
I said I'm number one, but what I meant
Is bye-bye ninety-nine, I'm the one percent
One percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
One percent (yeah...)
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One,
One One One One One One.
Writer(s): Neal Persiani, Stevy Pyne, Justin Drew Tranter, Daniel Crean, Lydia Melissa Raymond, Gail Scott
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