Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Producer
Stephen "Sheff" Morrison
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(We got London On Da Track)
[Verse 2]
Everyone know I've been killed before
I've been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, oh
Got four million in jewelry, oh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa
Did you pay someone's tuition? No
Do you own a store? No
[Verse 3]
Yeah, fuck all this bullshit
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went "Ludacris"
Give some racks to a hood bitch
Give some racks to a poor chick
Look at the grain, it's wood bitch!
On the floor, that's some wool bitch!
She suck dick like a whole tick
Diamonds on me, they cold as shit
I thank God that I went legit
When we see 'em, you know we blitz
I can bet up, you know I'm rich
Shut the fuck up **** bet up
You say you rich
[Verse 4]
Different color diamonds
I'm a peacock
Different color diamonds
I'm a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no tree-top
You know you my son
You can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don't test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God's knees!
Ain't going broke until 2070
[Verse 5]
Everyone know I've been killed before
I've been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, oh
Got four million in jewelry, oh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa
Did you pay someone's tuition? No
Do you own a store? No
[Verse 6]
We ain't letting these bitches get between us
We ain't letting no monkey ****
Stand that close to us! (Close to us)
I ain't got no heart
When it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my "dresser"
She just irons my clothes, yeah
Pulled off in a Tesla
Pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati
You'll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullshit
You'll get it started, yeah
Six kids with me
Didn't think bout abortions, yeah
I took a thottie outta magic
Took her to the pent'
Then I woo-woo-ooh-ooh!
Aye, The private jet came with a stewardess
Like ooh-ooh-woo-woo!
Ready for war like a machine, aye
Came from pure to post scheming
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine (Aw, aw)
But I'm putting nothing in my weed! (Aw, aw)
Yeah I took a jet right overseas (Aw, aw)
I want some head from overseas (Aw, aw)
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with 50 ki's (Aw, aw)
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this shit like fleas, aye!
[Verse 7]
Everyone know I've been killed before
I've been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, oh
Got four million in jewelry, oh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, whoa
Did you pay someone's tuition? No
Do you own a store, No
[Verse 8]
Aye, I took a thottie outta Magic
Took her to the pent'
Then I woo-woo-ooh-ooh!
Aye, The private jet came with a stewardess
Like ooh-ooh-woo-woo!
Written by: Jeffery Williams, London Holmes