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👀 [FREE DL] Big Sean x Ty Dolla Sign "Plead" (Trap Type Beat | Instrumentals) Prod. By Horus 2017
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Lead Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Background Vocals
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
String Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenda Proby
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Manny Park
Manny Park
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Simms
Matthew Simms
Assistant Engineer
Andy Barnes
Andy Barnes
Recording Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Engineer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Thomas Cullison
Engineer
Todd Norman
Todd Norman
Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Being things you never imagined
The possibilities up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
[Verse 2]
Saint Lauren white denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day, day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go
[Verse 3]
9-11 I pass 'em, my bae just got through custom
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We out in Crenshaw soaring
New McLaren or DeLorean
We rewind and go forward
Shit, we on our force
You know I'll be up for it
Just got to sign a new deal
Just got to poppin' the seal, ay
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that's all I can give
Dolla don't want no more kids, uh
Dolla just want some more M's, yeah
Dolla don't want no more friends
Dolla just want some more M's, yeah
[Verse 4]
Skrrt, skrrt in the Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act in the fridge
Ran it up on a wrist
See you lookin' and shit
[Verse 5]
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Being things you never imagined
The possibilities up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
[Verse 6]
Saint Lauren white denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day, day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There you go, there you go
[Verse 7]
They got emotions, she seent it
Your thot is soakin', you creaming
'Cause Dolla hittin' it, gettin' it
Get ya out of here and he hittin' it
Rules of business, baby, I got everything but limits, lately
I just dabbed in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that's all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could be your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that baddie, yeah
And that's coke white, that's soft white
It's supermodels, only fuck twice
And if you act right, you can get that
Act right
If I fuck you in my crib, then girl you got that pad Ty
Aye, I'm not them, I'm that guy
Spaceships, I'm that high
Super fly, I'm that fly
So understand why
[Verse 8]
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Being things you never imagined
The possibilities up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
[Verse 9]
Keep goin' through your phone
Keep stacking up your dough
Keep ballin', let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes though
Keep a watch full of icicles
Lotta hoes, we dem bike ****
All of the shit that I been through
I can't even explain
Smoking O's to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On a plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got various
Too much luggage, I can't carry it
Lotta money, I might marry it
We ain't stayin' at the Marriott
Presidential, that's my residential
Need someone to clean the panties up
Smokin' weed soon as your man get up
She with me 'cause she a fan of us
Young Kalifa on the cannabis
And no I can't say that I blame her
I'm putting KK in the paper
I'm coppin' a crib with no neighbors
I'm takin' the pics with my haters (Wow)
Don't need you to do me no favors
I'll be on point like a laser
Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm famous
My **** cockin' and aimin' (Wow)
(Bang, blow!)
[Verse 10]
Seeing things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Being things you never imagined
The possibilities up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Written by: Glenda Proby, Pharrell Williams, Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa
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