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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh oh oh-oh
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah)
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Talkin' right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Talkin' right now
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
The way we livin' today
Talkin' right now (Right now)
Tomorrow, tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chainz, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on
These the hardest I done seen
It look clean when you pour it
I remix it, make it dirty
If she got good head, then text me
I text her back and tell her hurry
This that category five when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
[Verse 3]
OGs never fed us, now young **** fed up
Ballin' so hard, I deserve a AND1
Baking soda marketin', I'm gettin' it, ain't I? Obviously
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather, same color, Red Lobster
And she brainwash ya, head doctor
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
[Chorus]
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
Drop toppin', head boppin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
Drop toppin', head boppin'
[Verse 4]
Grams to Grammys, two guns, Yosemite
**** put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B
Pumpin' that amphetamines, all this D I'm peddlin'
I be somewhere settlin', somewhere that you have never been
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm countin' on a elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimmin' with them barracudas
Close the docket on that muhfuckin' prosecutor
[Verse 5]
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you
I'm so fly, I jumped out the air wearin' Gucci
I'm raw, talkin' California rolls
Smokin' California weed with California hoes
Sendin' flicks to my partners in the state pen
I just got some pants made out of snakeskin
See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans
And the shades I got on cost eight bands
[Chorus]
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
Drop toppin', head boppin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
I'ma be fresh as hell if the fed's watchin'
Drop toppin', head boppin'
Written by: Pharrell Williams, Tauheed Epps
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