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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wretch 32
Vocals
Donae'o
Vocals
Kojo Funds
Vocals
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Composer
Jermaine Scott
Composer
Ian Greenidge
Composer
Errol Bellot
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rymez
Producer
Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Bill Zimmerman
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, now
[Verse 2]
Fuck that shit, go glisten on 'em
Just go Chris, gold finger on them
If they offside, blow the whistle on them
Black lives matter, go **** on them
Standing on the table, standing on the table
Twenty, bag upon the table, gal up on the table
Ben the man from when I was in college if you're speculating
'Cause I was trying to get a pagan and an education
[Verse 3]
Drink up, smoke up and turn up
Mix up, rise up, burn up
Rise up, we link up, we earn it
Couple gal, couple Tina's, couple Turners
We get the money cause the money is ours
We haffi get the money cause the money is ours
We haffi get the money cause the money is ours
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, now
[Verse 4]
Might spend twenty 'cause I'm getting it
God might do it for the hell of it
Heart on my sleeve, see the red in it
Army fatigue, I'm a veteran, perfect
Take one shot and deflected it
Black don't crack that's the melanin
That chick there, that's my nemesis
She made my head spin like the exorcist
[Verse 5]
Treat her like a lady, treat her like a lady
Here's the keys to my Mercedes, be in my Mercedes
Pull up in the center mid, but I ain't no Fellaini
Took the jacket straight off, I'm going over crazy
[Verse 6]
Mad sick, my head can't work with it
Back we want reversing in it
This time there's no three words for it
Me a big man, me count three dirty
[Verse 7]
Drink up, smoke up and turn up
Mix up, rise up and burn up
Rise up, we link up, we earn it
Couple gal, couple Tina's, couple Turners
We get the money cause the money is ours
We haffi get the money cause the money is ours
We haffi get the money cause the money is ours, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
[Verse 8]
See me grew up on the corner
Man are rollin' through the city with G's and that ride
Me haffi put the whistle on her
'Cause I know these haters round me might feel **** slide
[Verse 9]
Since me grew up on the corner
Man are rollin' through the city with G's and that ride
I'm a put the whistle on her
'Cause I know these haters round me might feel **** slide
[Verse 10]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, now
Written by: Errol Bellot, Ian Greenidge, Jermaine Scott, Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri