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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composer
Shamann Cooke
Shamann Cooke
Composer
Lasana Smith
Lasana Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Billionaire
Beat Billionaire
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a ****
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter **** got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring, ****, ding-ding
****, ding-ding
****, ding-ding
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, ****, ding-ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding-ding
[Verse 2]
License suspended, ridin' with the yay
I **** where I eat, I trap where I stay
****, **** poppin', Belaire Rosé
And I don't give a **** **** say
Michelangelo of this trap game
Traded fifteen bags from me for a half a thing (Flip)
We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six (Flip)
Turned that midget to a ****, that's a pretty flip
Should out Mally Mall I got a few ****
I don't get my **** sucked unless it's two **** (It's two)
My trap Mike Tyson, ****, heavyweight
I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day
I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my streets (Block, streets)
Twelve all on my ****, they locked my woe up last week
These **** know they ****, they talkin' 'bout they robbery
Talkin' 'bout they eatin', these **** out here starvin'
[Verse 3]
I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a ****
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter **** got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring, ****, ding-ding
****, ding-ding
****, ding-ding
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, ****, ding-ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding-ding
[Verse 4]
Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle
I'm the Thrilla in Manila
Belaire, my CÎROC vanilla
My cousin certified ****
When he died, I know I cried a river
You come and go, that came down from the Lord
Every night I hear those **** like **** voice
Hallelujah, Mama screamin', "Hallelujah"
Pray for your son 'cause, Mama, you had you a ****
For this ****, they standin' in this cold rain
In pneumonia weather, tryna move that whole thing
Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team
'88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth
Heavyweight, Don King
Robin Givens, big dreams
[Verse 5]
I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a ****
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter **** got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring, ****, ding-ding
****, ding-ding
****, ding-ding
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, ****, ding-ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding-ding
Written by: Lasana Smith, Shamann Cooke, William Roberts
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