Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Kanye West
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Kenza Samir
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
SEVN Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Frank Dukes
Producer
Boi-1da
Additional Producer
Noah "40" Shebib
Additional Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (Dumb rich)
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (One shit)
All my **** wanna do is pop style (Pop style)
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (Lifestyle)
[Verse 3]
Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it (If I do not make it)
Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum (They do, they do)
And I like to finish what you think you started
Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
You don't know what you just started
All I do is hang with the young and heartless
All this for my family, man, I try my hardest
It's all I ever did and look where it got him
Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
You've still got my number, girl you need to call me
I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
But you know I always handle that one my way
Girl let me ra-ra-ra-ra-rock your body
Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
I can't trust no fuckin' body
They still out to get me 'cause they never got me
[Verse 4]
They still out to get me, they don't get it
I cannot be got, and that's a given
[Verse 5]
They like Pablo
Why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?
Why do you know every single bitch that I know?
Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago (Aye)
South, south, side, that's the motto (Aye)
Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, 'cause I know
We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
Throne is back up in it, aye
In the field like Emmitt, aye
Y'all get so offended, aye
I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
Jay about his business, and I'ma let you finish but I
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
Take you to the garage and do some karate
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sippin' sake
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
[Verse 6]
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (Dumb rich)
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (One shit)
All my **** wanna do is pop style (Pop style)
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (Lifestyle)
Written by: Adam Feeney, Aubrey Drake Graham, Kanye West, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Noah "40" Shebib, Rupert Thomas Jr., Shawn Carter