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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Matthew Burnett
String Instrument
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Matthew Burnett
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ariel Chobaz
Recording Engineer
Noel Cadastre
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matthew Burnett
Co-Producer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Miguel Scott
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things
**** with no money act like money isn't everything
I'm havin' a good time, they just tryna ruin it
Shoutout to the fact that I'm the youngest **** doin' it
[Verse 2]
Cap on, brim bent, Denzel everytime
She ain't tryna pop that shit for pimp, okay, well, nevermind
I-I-I-I tried to told ya Drizzy still ain't nothin' nice
Bracelet sayin' you should quit, car sayin' fuck your life
Okay, now we outta here, toodles to you bitches
And if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches
Yeah, I'm busy gettin' rich, I don't want trouble
I made enough for two ****, boy, stunt double
Famous like a drug that I've taken too much of
But I never, ever trip, just peace, happiness and love
I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug
Plus the game is in my pocket, ****, this is what I does
[Verse 3]
I'm about whatever, man
Fuck what they be talkin' bout
They opinion doesn't count
We the only thing that matters, oh
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night, whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year, oh
Man, I love my team, man, I love my team
I would die for them ****, oh
[Verse 4]
Yo, if Drizzy say get her, I'ma get her
I got that kinda money, make a broke bitch bitter
I got that kinda, wait, wait, fixate
Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape?
That was just a keepsake
Bought the President, the Louis presidential briefcase
Never been a cheapskate
We got the Hawks, I ain't talkin' bout the Peach State
Man, for Pete's sakes, scratch that, sweepstakes
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, fuck I look like, ho?
I-I look like yes and ya look like no
I-I-I'm a bad bitch, I ain't never been a mixed breed
On a diet, but I'm doin' donuts in a six speed
M-M-M6 in front of M2
I see a lotta rap bitches on the menu
But I collect a hundred thou' at the venue
And pop bottles with my team, Young Money till the death of me
[Verse 5]
I'm about whatever, man
Fuck what they be talkin' bout
They opinion doesn't count
We the only thing that matters, oh
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night, whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year, oh
Man, I love my team, man, I love my team
I would die for them ****, oh
[Verse 6]
I mean, we can't even rock them shoes if it don't got a comma on the price tag, you know?
I mean, I mean, but then again, who, who, who looks at the price tag, you know?
Oh yeah, we in this bitch
Oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah, we in this bitch
Oh, oh, oh
[Verse 7]
I'm about whatever, man
Fuck what they be talkin' bout
They opinion doesn't count
We the only thing that matters, oh
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night, whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year, oh
Man, I love my team, man, I love my team
I would die for them ****, oh
[Verse 8]
I'm about whatever, man
Fuck what they be talkin' bout
They opinion doesn't count
We the only thing that matters, oh
So we do it how we do it
All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it
I be up all night, whole crew's in here
'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year, oh
Man, I love my team, man, I love my team
I would die for them ****, oh
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Burnett, Matthew Jehu Samuels, N. Minaj