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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Performer
Michael Anthony Wheaton
Michael Anthony Wheaton
Drums
Travis Henry
Travis Henry
Organ
Bryan Levar Jones
Bryan Levar Jones
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Composer
Jermaine Preyan
Jermaine Preyan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rondell "Mr. Beatz" Cobbs
Rondell "Mr. Beatz" Cobbs
Producer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Recording Engineer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Sean Buchanan
Sean Buchanan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rondell Cobbs II
Rondell Cobbs II
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Ronald "Slim Tha Don" Williams
Executive Producer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Executive Producer
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Producer

Lyrics

YMCMB
I'm so twisted
Mack
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell 'em hoes I'm about it
These **** sweet, a bunch of fucking brownies
The fuck you're talking about, I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one two, and bitch I'm still counting
You **** got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the **** out 'em
You don't want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck nina
She horny, you won't see tomorrow morning (****)
We so fucking cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose (****)
I'm so Holley Grove, f-fuck them other ****
And if the gun's strong I'll paint a fucking picture
You know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
You know where I'm going, (Bitch) i'm going, going, gone!
**** holler at your boy, I-I don't give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you **** up
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
Just a third ward gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller
Kill 'em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we're winning
Five star, money, and power!
Hunting while we stunting (Bitch), triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich
Chandelier (Shit), marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that bitch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine, we the **** running shit
Blood to blood-line, pearl white black tints
Head light, red light, spend them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim (****), give ah fuck about the price
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
Bitch I'm from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow I ain't with arguing, hah
Leave a **** leaking
If you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin'
Got a buncha bitches tweaking
To tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy
I'm on her walls like graffiti
You's dead pita bread, you a fed ass ****
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag ****
Fucking with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed ****
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash ****
And it's, party time excellent waynes world
Party time excellent Waynes world
Tonight I'm probably fucking another **** girl
Party time excellent Waynes world
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Jermaine Preyan, Michael Wheaton, Rondell Cobbs II
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