Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Cordale Quinn
Songwriter
Edward Page II
Songwriter
Jeff Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal H. Mortiz
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
6 Mile JP of the Democrats
Producer
Kevin Weaver
Producer
Lil C
Producer
Mike Caren
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey say man (Woo, aye)
Hey say man (Aye)
I bet you diamond to dog shit
**** you can't get lost soon as I can get strapped homie
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' with the right one (Aye, aye)
Bank rolls on deck, it's the game ****
[Verse 2]
You catch me ridin' foreign shit off-set
Car ain't even out yet (Go)
Bit too long clip
You know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe he bought that
Automatic long clip
You know you ain't 'bout that
[Verse 3]
Better listen so you heard what I said, hoe ****
Better know that I'm going fo' they say go ****
Try to cross the line, be a dead hoe ****
Give a damn if you wearin' blue or red, hoe ****
Listen, I ain't really much for the convo (What)
I'm finna bring the drama to your front door (What)
R.I.P. Nando, shout out to Fernando
Will get me key to me here, andale pronto (Woo-woo)
[Verse 4]
Turn up out through the night (What)
Fucking lil' mama right (Woo)
Hey, Black diamonds like a night
Hundred K, I'm precise
No hater, I ain't throwin' rights (Woo)
Hey, Tip what the fuck you say
(It's the game ****)
[Verse 5]
You catch me ridin' foreign shit off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip
You know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe he bought that
Automatic long clip (On clap, offset)
You know you ain't 'bout that (Hey, hey)
[Verse 6]
Pussy **** know a **** spend it
Pussy **** know a **** never ride rented
Hundred thousand, Chevelle
**** havin' hoes, hoes, hoes sounding ill (Million bitch)
****, I'ma keep it trill
I could never tell (Never, never)
I'ma make bail (Yeah)
Fuck, so many rats, I can't feel
Add that Coca Cola take away some of the pills
[Verse 7]
Make plays everyday if I still can
Still get money out the bitch yeah
Every hoe look away, catch whiplash
Still got the K in the whip stashed
Cut me wrong (Hey) Got your face gonna kill that
Bodybag me a **** you ain't gotta ask
You probably mad 'cause I hit and I came back
Hit her again, hit her friend
Then I'm in a win
[Verse 8]
You catch me ridin' foreign shit off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip
You know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe he bought that
Automatic long clip
You know you ain't 'bout that
[Verse 9]
Run up on his ass like he caught pass
Difference between me and you
Is you shoot and I aim for the body bag
I'm the same **** that tell a lil' bitch
They gon' have to show us that
You the same **** that take out your pictures
When trappers get booked the sack (True)
You guys are fuck **** so therefore I pop 'em
I pop 'em , I pop 'em off
The beef I just cooked and just turned into Stroganoff
Belly of the beast, I was raised in that
Now I'm riding with a beauty with amazing hair (Whoa)
Kids ride past my house, say the king's in there
I'll make your head disappear like Malaysian Air, ****
[Verse 10]
(Hell nah Thugger, we gotta cut that shit out )
(It's the game ****)
[Verse 11]
You catch me ridin' foreign shit off-set
Car ain't even out yet
Bit too long clip
You know you ain't 'bout that
Bankroll mafia, can't believe he bought that
Automatic long clip (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia)
You know you ain't 'bout that (What they say whoa)
Written by: Clifford Harris, Jr., Cordale Quinn, Edward James Page, Edward Page II, Jeff Williams