Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Adarius Moragne
Songwriter
Lonnie Liston Smith
Songwriter
Oscar Hammerstein II
Songwriter
Richard Rodgers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Datboisqueeze
Producer
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
30 Roc
Producer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens)
(Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens)
(Brown paper packages tied up with string)
(These are a few of my favorite things)
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, ****)
[Verse 2]
(Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens)
(Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens)
(Brown paper packages tied up with string)
(These are a few of my favorite things)
[Verse 3]
Yeah
When my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me
When the bitch asked me what a real **** was
I said me (Yeah)
Overseas in the yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
[Verse 4]
I get high if it's the right amount (Yeah)
I get a buzz checkin' my account (Alright)
I get tipsy eatin' rare pussy
I stay drippin' 'cause the feds lookin'
Teriyaki on my Portobello
So many rides at the house, look like a fender bender
Slept on the futon, I know how I remember (Lord)
I ain't had no work done like Kendall Jenner
[Verse 5]
Got my first plug around 19
Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting (Bow, bow)
Yeah, I'm on the top, icing
Maybach truck enticing
Somethin' prestigious, precisely
Looking within just to sight see
I see you looking sharp, lightning
My past is really dark, frightening
[Verse 6]
Yeah
When my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me
When the bitch asked me where the real **** was
I said me (Yeah)
Overseas in the yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
[Verse 7]
I just lost my count, countin' blessings
12th grade, I got locked up for possession
I tried to call God but he ain't answer (Hello)
Send me to voicemail, he pressed cancel (Damn)
Load the AR for temper tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
Around here the A&R dancing (Yeah, yeah)
She know she is snack like concessions (Snack)
I used to sell crack out the detention ( I did)
[Verse 8]
Had a MAC-11 at Burger King (Bop, bop)
Me and Stef gon' turn this to a murder scene (Bop, bop)
Talkin' no beef, no pork and beans (Naw)
Serve you 'Young Dro,' make your 'shoulder lean's
Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
This shit here really hell, no VR
When the light bill up and down like a seesaw
Aw, yeah
[Verse 9]
When my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me
When the lawyer asked me where the fuckin' killer was
I said me
When the bitch asked me where the real **** was
I said me (Yeah)
Overseas in the yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
[Verse 10]
Think I was born with trap in my system (Was I?)
'Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (Bow)
On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow)
Been a long road, check the distance (Road)
Rest in peace, tats, the initials
Put it in black and white like officials
Dope case is messin' up hoop dreams
All you know is getting money, this the routine
[Verse 11]
Use to want Birds like Larry (Swish)
Used to keep the white like Barry (Aye)
It was my 'Blige like Mary
Had the J's at the end like Terrence
Vibin' on the terrace with some red wine
I be gettin' started 'round bed time (True)
It's either fed time or it's state time
If you don't make time, better take time (Take time)
Written by: Adarius Moragne, Lonnie Liston Smith, Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers, Samuel Gloade, Tauheed Epps