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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
Jacquees
Jacquees
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
King Issa
King Issa
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Damas Petit
Damas Petit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
DRok
Producer
Super Earz
Super Earz
Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Mixing Engineer
Hershey Blakk
Hershey Blakk
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Carr
Jeremy Carr
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All eyes on me, I see all eyes on you
All this money on me, I see dollar signs on you
Diamonds look like a Super Bowl ring
I could put a lot of weight on you
You showin' love to my team
Young **** probably make a play on you
[Verse 2]
Every day is your birthday, I spend a lot of cake on you
That pussy, yeah, that's my birthplace, I spend a lot of cake on you
I want your legs up in the worst way, let me demonstrate on you
And keep your head up, don't you give up, yeah, we dependin' on you
[Verse 3]
Don't you give up on me, baby
You know I'm dependin' on you (I'm dependin' on you)
I even went bought you designer, you know I spent plenty on you
I just put double G all on her bags, yeah, double G all on her bags
LV on all of her tags, yeah, LV on all of her rags
We were the freshest in class, yeah, we were the freshest in class
We gave you all of your swag, yeah, FYB, FYB, yeah, yeah
Remember them days I had to go and get the two-part
Had to serve up the racks, yeah
Had to clean up my kicks, yeah
Ridin' with the gang, with the clique, yeah
I want the whole family rich, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I had a gambling problem (Gambling problem)
That's why I get what I get, yeah (Get what I get)
I took some loss and some wins
But I done came up once again, yeah
And we done turned up once again
Them my brothers, not my friends
You gotta pick, you want the fame or the bitch?
[Verse 4]
All eyes on me, I see all eyes on you
All this money on me, I see dollar signs on you
Diamonds look like a Super Bowl ring
I could put a lot of weight on you
You showin' love to my team
Young **** probably make a play on you
[Verse 5]
Every day is your birthday, I spend a lot of cake on you
That pussy, yeah, that's my birthplace, I spend a lot of cake on you
I want your legs up in the worst way, let me demonstrate on you
And keep your head up, don't you give up, yeah, we dependin' on you
[Verse 6]
Shawty want me to wine and dine as we popped it off and got busy
See the real ones be the ill ones who built it straight from them trenches
Them chandeliers with them bright lights
Hundred Gs for a hundred nights
Candy cars with the long toy, put it down under 'em bright lights
This pinky ring cost a hundred thangs
Foreign cars with the Bentley frame
Built for fame, and we know them lane
How to get the money, but remain the same
She want the life, so we roll the dice
Couple of mills just to fly the kite
We paper-chase, but live a high life
Five-star, we live a jet life
[Verse 7]
All eyes on me, I see all eyes on you
All this money on me, I see dollar signs on you
Diamonds look like a Super Bowl ring
I could put a lot of weight on you
You showin' love to my team
Young **** probably make a play on you
[Verse 8]
Every day is your birthday, I spend a lot of cake on you
That pussy, yeah, that's my birthplace, I spend a lot of cake on you
I want your legs up in the worst way, let me demonstrate on you
And keep your head up, don't you give up, yeah, we dependin' on you
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Damas Petit, Daniel Lebrun, FYB, Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax, King Issa
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