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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steve Aoki
Performer
Yellow Claw
Performer
Gucci Mane
Vocals
T-Pain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Aoki
Composer
Jim Taihuttu
Composer
Nils Rondhuis
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
Faheem Najm
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Aoki
Producer
Yellow Claw
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, boy, you getting that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just sounding like karaoke
But I ain't mad, I ain't mad
Long as y'all getting lit
Yellow Claw getting lit
Long as y'all getting lit
[Verse 2]
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch and, yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say, I ain't got no type but I prefer 'em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too boring for the bitch
In a foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked
It's hard for me to tip
I'm so hard, got 'em running and I just put in the tip
[Verse 3]
They don't see me
Oh, no, they don't see me
Your girl drawers coming down
But her hands go up to the ceiling
I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwing money in the VIP
I'm balling out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby, you were born making big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah, I be hanging in the street
Oh, Lord, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you feeling like me
I guarantee it's about to get lit
[Verse 4]
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mill
Who wanna chill with a rich ****, can't wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made twenty thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear just like these diamonds on my ear
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mill
Who wanna chill with a rich ****, can't wait to pay your bills
I'ma put that talk to the trap shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear, Gucci
[Verse 5]
They don't see me
Oh, no, they don't see me
Your girl drawers coming down
But her hands go up to the ceiling
I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwing money in the VIP
I'm balling out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby, you were born making big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah, I be hanging in the street
Oh, Lord, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you feeling like me
I guarantee it's about to get lit
Written by: Brian May, Faheem Najm, Jim Taihuttu, Nils Rondhuis, Radric Delantic Davis, Steve Aoki