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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
DJ Toomp
Producer
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Recording Engineer
Derrick Royce Selby
Derrick Royce Selby
Recording Engineer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me think back to '96
When Booby had the realest **** feelin' like a bitch
They go for twenty I was gettin' 'em for the seventeen
A lil' G, look at me, I was seventeen
[Verse 2]
Born on the side of town
Where them killers ride around
Pull up on the block, with a Glock
Go on tie it down
Pistol in his pants
And he stand like fuck you
I'm from the other side
Where we ride like a bus do
Thirty six OZ's, got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib get the weed shipped from Texas
Dade County D-boy
Deals on the yayo
Triple C, the mafia
They kill when I say so
Before I wrote a song, I could quote a zone
I had to feed myself, but bitch I was on my own
Now I push shit bigger than the president
I'm at the White House, known as my residence
[Verse 3]
I'm in the White House (House)
I'm in the White House (House)
I call the shots, I could get your ass wiped out
We in the White House (House)
We in the White House (House)
Big Phantom on the lawn, getting wiped down
I'm in the White House (House)
I'm in the White House (House)
I got a hundred of them things **** right now
We in the White House (House)
We in the White House (House)
I got them hoes getting on blow right now
[Verse 4]
I only fuck with pussy ****, took my s****shit to Jigga Man
I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire
Money on my mind, I'm a trill **** anyway
I'll slap a pussy ass **** down for anything
Motherfuck the other side, pussy **** bleed pink
That's my opinion, wanna know what the chopper think?
We loading up them things, boy I'm a head bussa
Motherfuck the music, **** where your real muscle?
[Verse 5]
I'm in the White House (White House)
I'm in the White House (White House)
I put a hit on them ****, they getting wiped out
They gettin' wiped out, and not one at a time
Car full of dead black males read the headline
[Verse 6]
I'm in the White House (House)
I'm in the White House (House)
I call the shots, I could get your ass wiped out
We in the White House (House)
We in the White House (House)
Big Phantom on the lawn, getting wiped down
I'm in the White House (House)
I'm in the White House (House)
I got a hundred of them things, **** right now
We in the White House (House)
We in the White House (House)
I got them hoes getting on blow right now
[Verse 7]
I'm the fruit of the loom
I be flying the Lears
Give me food and I boom
Supplying for years
I'm on top of the world
I'm getting money
Hunnid grand in a day, easy
I'm getting money
Pull up real slow
I let the haters watch
Out of state plates
They in a state of shock
You **** go and fish
I got a plate of shark
You better play your part
Me ain't gotta play a part
Got an AK that'll tear your whole day apart
That sticker make him sit like a St. Bernard
I'm in the White House (White House)
Time to close shop
Inventory wiped out, boy
That was thirty blocks
[Verse 8]
I'm in the White House (House)
I'm in the White House (House)
I call the shots, I could get your ass wiped out
We in the White House (House)
We in the White House (House)
Big Phantom on the lawn, getting wiped down
I'm in the White House (House)
I'm in the White House (House)
I got a hundred of them things, **** right now
We in the White House (House)
We in the White House (House)
I got them hoes getting on blow right now
Written by: Aldrin Davis, William Roberts
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