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Young Money - Pass The Dutch (Feat. Shawt Dawg)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Money
Young Money
Performer
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Short Dawg
Short Dawg
Vocals
Gudda Gudda
Gudda Gudda
Vocals
Drake
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Lilly
Carl Lilly
Composer
D. Carter
D. Carter
Composer
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Composer
J. Woodard
J. Woodard
Composer
C. Davis
C. Davis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase N. Cashe
Chase N. Cashe
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Jason Dale
Jason Dale
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Too many women and not enough time
I'm a cool cat, but I'm on life nine
Pimping ain't dead 'cause I be the lifeline
And I don't buy the bar 'cause it don't sell white wine
[Verse 2]
Go on let that light shine
Balling for a lifetime
Smoking on that nice pine
Wheezy baby, flight flying
You can call him your husband
Call me at night time
And even though women change, I will always like dimes
And yeah, I'm quite fine, but shorty much finer
And I just get behind her and smack it like E. Honda
And please don't hate on me when you see me with Kiana
'Cause she wilder than Nirvana and colder than your honor
Holler at your boy mañana, me back home with a recliner
Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana
This is only a reminder, it's Young Money, don't forget it
And I'm Wheezy F, baby, you might find it on a titty, would you
[Verse 3]
Pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
P-Pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
[Verse 4]
Chilling with my posse, 'bout to call some ladies over
Tell 'em this is YME, so when you come you can't leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her on the tab now she rolling like a baby stroller
I'm the freshest **** seen, whipping in my jeans
Shoots your lights out, I'm like Riddick with the beam
Life's a game of chess, and I'm headed for your queen
Now my stomach and my thighs where the head is in between
She wetter than a stream, I drink medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my hand like I'm begging for some cheese
I fall off in the party, yeah, I'm kinda tardy
But if a hater trip, we ride on him like a Harley
Look, you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish
My bill got cheese on it like a Packers helmet
And I'ma hit it if you bring your girl around
But the weed is like my cowlick, 'cause I might just turn it down
[Verse 5]
If you pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
P-Pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
[Verse 6]
Okay, tool on deck, I'm newborn fresh
I knock your friends down, and you going next
Young Money fly, ****, all the bitches after me
Murder in the bed, and you gon' be my next casualty
Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually
I'm giving dick out year round, and you can get it annually
Styrofoam filled with a strawberry Fanta treat
Leaning, I'ma need a kickstand to stay on my feet
Get out my business like I kicked you out my office
I ain't worried about the price, I'm more concerned with the offer
Fresh to deaf like I got dressed in a coffin
With a party in my pocket, blue and red dolphins
I'm high as a motherfucker, let me do my thing, bitch
I'm doing me, and your girl doing the same shit
I'm in the car getting head as I lane switch
Double G, I do my thing, bitch, now you could
[Verse 7]
Pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
[Verse 8]
Okay, I told you catch up, did you make a mil yet?
I can't predict how many of 'em I could still get
October's on, it's such a fucking real set
No tats but the ink on my money's still wet
Life is such a beach, it's sandy all around me
I came here with Young Money, man, that's family all around me
I'm in my living room, and I got Grammys all around me
And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me
Welcome to the life, the life is meant for me
My Bentley has a tint, and so you got to squint to see
I hollered at your girl, that's when she went with me
But please don't blame yourself, it just wasn't meant to be
They say I'm one of the illest, that's just off a first impression
And my card's always accepted, I don't deal well with rejection
I look in the dictionary and don't see the word recession
I don't smoke in public, but tonight I'll make an exception, so just
[Verse 9]
Pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
P-Pass me the dutchie with your left hand
I got the whole club nodding like a yes man
I'm in my Polo Tee, Gucci sweatpants
She on that Jubilee, call me the X-man
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, C. Davis, Carl Lilly, D. Carter, J. Woodard, Jesse Woodard Iv
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