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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Cold Blood
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Jermaine Preyan
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Barbara Lynn Ozen
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Colin Fichman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andy Rodriguez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(You leave your home for days and days)
[Verse 2]
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers
Pussy on my mind, on my breath, and on my fingers
**** try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeño
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, ****, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my Swishers fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And your main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tapeworm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
****, we take turns in that ho
These **** so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy
On my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big-headed my neck crooked
My **** foul when the ref lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine
So much weed I got grass stains
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim
I'm on them trees like candy canes
Lil Tunechi
[Verse 3]
2 Chainz
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustle-nomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagger galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, "Hop in"
2 Chains, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watchin' ESPN
And if that pussy good, I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park, and I got your broad with me
Saltwater pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name "Fuck", first name "I Don't Give A"
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure, yeah
[Verse 4]
(You leave your home for days and days)
[Verse 5]
Alright, uh
Uh, all my **** gangstas, all my bitches freaks
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickled pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I, ssss, I'ma need some more S's
Man, I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle, bitch
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man, I rather punch a brick
'Cause I'm that ****
And I'm so cold, I just shivered
These **** think they hard, these **** just nipples
I pop a **** like a 'sicle, drop a **** like a missile
More money, more issues, I size you up then fit you
Tunechi
[Verse 6]
(You leave your home for days and days)
Written by: A. Lyon, B. Ozen, Barbara Lynn Ozen, Bryan Christopher Williams, D. Carter, Jermaine Preyan, Marcello Valenzano, Tauheed Epps