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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Performer
Aaron Taylor
Vocals
Courtney Freckleton
Vocals
Jevon Ellis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Taylor
Lyrics
Adnan Khan
Composer
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Jevon Ellis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adnan Khan
Producer
Jevon Ellis
Producer
Dave Turner
Engineer
Maestro
Producer
Marrik Shearer
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I make her my chick, I might ice her off
I wasn't always living like a boss
I went through a burglary phase
Blacked out like a goth
Probably been through more windows than Microsoft
Now I'm flying straight, soon won't have to sell packs again
Plus, I'm 'bout to get this rap money that I don't plan to spend
School days, I wasn't doing chores
Ironic, mom searching' my room 'cause I was going through them drawers
Can't afford to miss a few calls
And shouts to my **** W for giving me a through ball
'Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets
Now I'm 'bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket
Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it
Big t'ing, even if it grazes you a man's cabbage
Uh, certified trap star gettin' paid when I record a track
And I still can't put my autograph
[Verse 2]
Yeah, we got it from the ground up
Now these **** and bitches wan' be around us
Oh mama, I ain't fuckin' with these **** no more
And I ain't fucking with these bitches no more
Now it's time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin'
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I'm givin' all my love to the game, to the game
[Verse 3]
I don't care about the radio, they play me on the streets
I make these **** eat, I pay our wages every week
Now it's show time, I got one foot in the industry
I'm 'bout to build a celebrity coke line
Fuck a whip, I pull up to the event in a helicopter
My **** Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner
So you can try and bump, my lil ****, Pebz a monster
Give a **** fifty shots like some effin' vodka
Hands off, I let my solders flip it
Gave my guy the keys
I thought I was drinking over the limit
I got all these fans quoting my lyrics
Askin' if it's true
I told 'em, fam, if I wrote it, I did it
Still young, but I feel old
Told my work to any kind of stacks
Make sure you check every bill fold
Man, I'm going out for drinks
Can I bring my TEC?
Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect
[Verse 4]
Yeah, we got it from the ground up
Now these **** and bitches wan' be around us
Ooh mama, I ain't fuckin' with these **** no more
And I ain't fucking with these bitches no more
Now it's time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin'
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I'm givin' all my love to the game, to the game
Written by: Aaron Taylor, Adnan Khan, Courtney Freckleton, Jevon Ellis