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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jevon A. Tate
Songwriter
DJ Khaled
Songwriter
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Songwriter
Maurice Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jevon A. Tate
Co-Producer
DJ Khaled
Producer
Joshua Sellers
Recording Engineer
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
Eric Manco
Mixing Engineer
DJ ESCO
Mixing Engineer
Mike Synphony
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Phillip Cromwell
Assistant Engineer
The Beat Bully
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got the money coming in, it ain't no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Serving **** like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
[Verse 2]
Treat me like I'm Al Capone, ****, fuck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, ****, fuck you
I put a middle finger up because fuck you
This money got me geeking up, ****, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS' and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you, yah
[Verse 3]
I was sipping my codeine
From the beginning
She jocked my whole team
She seen who's winning
We light LIV up on a Sunday, come see us living
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn't wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound, now I'm in a new dimension
[Verse 4]
Offered her twenty-five
Keep trying to take some of my percentage
I was petrified
You know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified
That Richard Mille cost two-fifty
I'm a big dog
It ain't no sense in holding back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fucking with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club close, we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
[Verse 5]
I'm on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it's fuck school
I'm blowing money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like 'em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
[Verse 6]
Got the money coming in, it ain't no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Serving **** like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
[Verse 7]
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I'm 'bout to take 'em out the game, ****, fuck you
They got me going insane, now it's fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walkthrough
I fuck them Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this Westside freak that like boosting
I built my empire up like Lucious
Aye, gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance
I make the blogs with your bitch 'cause I'm ruthless
I make the blogs with your bitch 'cause I'm ruthless
Yah!
[Verse 8]
I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smoking rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked your bitch, hall of fame
[Verse 9]
Got the money coming in, it ain't no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Serving **** like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama fuck me better when the rent's due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah!
Written by: Anthony Tucker, DJ Khaled, Jevon A. Tate, Maurice Jordan, Maurice Jordan Kenoe, Nayvadius Wilburn