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Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hector Marin
Hector Marin
Songwriter
Sharif "Reefa" Slater
Sharif "Reefa" Slater
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Saladine T. Wallace
Saladine T. Wallace
Songwriter
Salahadeen Wilds
Salahadeen Wilds
Songwriter
Ricky Smith
Ricky Smith
Songwriter
Richard Randolph
Richard Randolph
Songwriter
David Willis
David Willis
Songwriter
Kevin Spencer
Kevin Spencer
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Todd Robinson
Todd Robinson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Reefa
Reefa
Producer
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What a shame
What a shame
Shame on a **** who tried to run game on a ****
[Verse 2]
This is it, boy
Stackin' money to the sky
Gettin' rich, huh
Stackin' bricks to the sky
This is it, huh
When my dogs gettin' high
Gettin' rich, huh
A **** rich, huh
[Verse 3]
Shame on a **** who tried to run game on a ****
Pull a pistol, bang on a ****
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux, Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pullin' ****' cards, givin' shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standin' in a room wit' ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the Knights of the Templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hunnid mill, any less is a let down
[Verse 4]
This is it, boy
Stackin' money to the sky
Gettin' rich, huh
Stackin' bricks to the sky
This is it, huh
When my dogs gettin' high
Gettin' rich, huh
A **** rich, huh
[Verse 5]
Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars
Snatch a **** chain just to post it on the blog
Assassinate a name, **** sprayin' in the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he askin' for a job
Shame on a **** that tried to run game on a ****
Pull a pistol, bang on a ****
Gettin' money while them other boys bitter
I'm a artist and my **** are the realest
What a shame, pussy **** wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, ****
Rich, dirty **** still mobbin', ****
[Verse 6]
This is it, boy
Stackin' money to the sky
Gettin' rich, huh
Stackin' bricks to the sky
This is it, huh
When my dogs gettin' high
Gettin' rich, huh
A **** rich, huh
[Verse 7]
This is it, boy
Stackin' money to the sky
Gettin' rich, huh
Stackin' bricks to the sky
This is it, huh
When my dogs gettin' high
Gettin' rich, huh
A **** rich, huh
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, David Willis, Dennis Coles, Gary Grice, Hector Marin, Jason Hunter, Karim Kharbouch, Kevin Spencer, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Richard Randolph, Ricky Smith, Robert Diggs, Rory William Quigley, Russell Jones, Saladine T. Wallace, Salahadeen Wilds, Sharif "Reefa" Slater, William Roberts

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