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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mustard
Mustard
Vocals
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
RJ Smugz
RJ Smugz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Rodney J. Brown Jr.
Rodney J. Brown Jr.
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Never gon' love no broke ass bitch, woah
[Verse 2]
(Mustard on that beat hoe)
Ridin' 'round, outta bounds, .40 cal, thirty rounds
You make it from nothin'
Such a wonderful fellow
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'
[Verse 3]
Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'
They see that we winnin'
Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'
They see that we winnin'
[Verse 4]
Came to get money, pat on my back 'cause I did it
I pull up in foreign, blowin' smoke through the ceilin'
You make it from nothin'
Such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'
My car goes fast, my pockets is fat
I take yo bitch and we gon' shop in the Saks
I'm a popular Mac, never stoppin' in bracks
Flipped alotta of them racks, while I fuck with this rap
**** hustlin' back
So they stuck in the set
Playin' Russian Roulette
Me, I'm puffin' the best
I'm a fuckin' exec
Money, power, respect
All my weapons is fresh
On the West, I'm a rep
I'm the fuckin' connect
I could cut you a check
I could put you in the game
Let you hustle the rest
Got a lust for success
You know it come with the stress
So we party every night, what the fuck you expect
[Verse 5]
Ridin' 'round, outta bounds, .40 cal, thirty rounds
You make it from nothin'
Such a wonderful fellow
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'
[Verse 6]
Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'
They see that we winnin'
Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'
They see that we winnin'
[Verse 7]
Never gon' love no broke ass bitch
Never one broke bitch gon' change me
Mr. Right back packin', she brazy
Whip ghost like I'm bringin' back slavery
Mr. L.A., I just caught a litter
Dug it out the mud like a forklift
I'm with some ballin' ass bloods, cold crips
Don't get drugged out the club like a coke bitch
I turned LA to Antarctica, (Whoa)
The **** switched on me like an audible, (Whoa)
Dodgin' a fade, it ain't affordable, (Ooh)
My pull up game came with a yardwork, (Woah)
Extendo for certain
Forties with the thirties like it's Harlem from Vermon
'Cause **** up in L.A. barbies
Rappers want me to diss 'em, help 'em sell they merch
[Verse 8]
Ridin' 'round, outta bounds, .40 cal, thirty rounds, (Say what)
You make it from nothin'
Such a wonderful fellow
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealin'
[Verse 9]
Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'
They see that we winnin'
Start to lose friends when they notice you winnin'
They see that we winnin'
[Verse 10]
So I gave this girl a compliment the other day
You know, one of those, you're beautiful
And she gon' say thank you, and walk away
I said bitch, hold on a second
Let me talk to you
I don't know who be complimentin' you
But a thank you ain't enough for me
'Cause I don't be just givin' out compliments
On the street to strangers like that
So I'ma need you to yrrrt, rewind that
And add, uh, I appreciate that
Proceeded by a compliment directed towards me
Bitch, 'cause I look good too, motherfucker
I deserve a compliment or two
Fuck you talkin' 'bout with a just, "thank you"
How you just gon' give me a thank you?
Like I, like like like, like like
Like this is just like, like, like, like
Like a, like a, like a, like, like a
Like, like, what the what?
A thank you and that's it?
Come on girl, you got me fucked up
You done got me all the way fucked up
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Nipsey Hussle, Rodney J. Brown Jr.
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