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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
Future
Vocals
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Shamann Cooke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Billionaire
Producer
Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett, Jr.
Recording Engineer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Karl Heilbron
Recording Engineer
Zach Steele
Recording Engineer
Daniel Tureck
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rather you than me
If you've been fuckin' with me from Port of Miami
It's been a hell of a fuckin' journey
(Maybach Music)
Ain't nothin' changed, ****
Little stronger, little wiser
Maybe a little more violent
Blame it on America, fuck it
[Verse 2]
Hwugh
I'm pullin' off the lot, I bought a cash (Whoa)
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past (Whoa)
Her ass be lookin' good inside the leggings (Whoa)
But I noticed that she missin' all her edges (Whoa)
I run the game just by runnin' with the felons (Whoa)
Poor attitude, and got rich **** calisthenics (Whoa)
Walkin' in a courtroom, sippin' on a beverage (Woo!)
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage (Woo!)
[Verse 3]
Pissin' on these bitches is a fetish (R.Kelly!)
Fully loaded .60, smoking on the seven (Already!)
Your dog did a dime, you never wrote a letter (Whoa)
Still in a box, got her rappin' a capella (Whoa)
Can't trust no people fuckin'with the weather (Whoa)
I got a chopper, boy, don't make be the devil (Whoa)
He knockin' on the door and know the password (Woo!)
Gave me his blessings, why I'm hotter than the last verse (Woo!)
[Verse 4]
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' **** military
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents (Hwugh!)
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, f-fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent
[Verse 5]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, ****, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowling Green dollars on my chopper
Bustin' down a hunnid bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, ****, I got war wounds
[Verse 6]
Get to clutchin' on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hangin' with my Haitians
Some murders on the news, on front pages
Young **** catchin' bodies, ain't no relations
I was stackin' Ben Frank's and bought some Fiji
They robbed him two times in a row, that's a repeat
You into fuckin' **** hoes 'cause they easy
I'm gonna fuck you ****' wives, balls freezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fuckin' day
I'm John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
[Verse 7]
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' **** military
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents (Hwugh!)
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, f-fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent
[Verse 8]
Let's go
Hands on these ****, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you **** was, when I was ashy ****?
Loafers in the chopper, I keep it classy, ****
Build a empire, yeah, that was my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah, that was my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there we call it Lego Land
Meanwhile the kitchen smoking like it's Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Never ride dirty, it's in the extra car
[Verse 9]
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Let's go to war, yeah, all my lil' **** military
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, f-fair sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent
[Verse 10]
(Maybach Music)
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Mario Mims, Nayvadius Wilburn, Shamann Cooke, William Leonard Roberts II