Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Performer
Juvenile
Performer
Carl Paul
Piano
Fareed Salamah
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Paul
Composer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Terius Gray
Composer
Daniel Lebrun
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
Producer
Hershey Blakk
Mixing Engineer
Fareed Salamah
Recording Engineer
Javier Gonzalez Valverde
Engineer
Nestor Alexander Santana
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I remember me and my **** drinking at Whispers
Sideline, bitches on the sideline, tryna get some my time
But they knew the guidelines
Holler at me in the parking lot when this shit over
Back then we was in the city doin' numbers
We was fuckin' bitches then, when dick wasn't important
Cool thing about it, we was on the same kick
So we didn't tell 'em bye when we felt like it was over
Cops pull us over, they was lookin' and admirin'
Tryna get a job, wanna know if we was hirin'
Old people watching like, "Leave them boys 'lone"
Y'all always stop them, but y'all don't never stop violence
Either, right now I'm on my own island (Revis)
Ballin' like I'm playing soccer (FIFA)
Smokin', I feel like a rasta (Chiefer)
Chopper stay cocked for imposters
[Verse 2]
Yeah, big dawg, never fall, we get money
No call, we stand tall and flip hunnids
Lay low but play dough, we spill a hunnid
Never came around us, but split dough
Shot-call, knock a **** fuckin' brains off
Big money, we'll knock a **** top off
Never played, lay low, we get it all
Got money, we hit first and pick it off
[Verse 3]
Line around the corner, bad bitches up in here
Real **** gettin' money, do it every year
VIP, we pop bottles, we in, yeah
Big torch, the pistol ride, we in here
Pussy **** play, we leave him in the club, blood
No love, we'll knock him in the club, blood
Knock his top, pin **** that came with him
Have his block cryin' shame the gang wit' him
Real ****, did this shit back in '88
Left a **** on his plate, playin' with the cake
No dissin', it's big money, we reach 'em all
Did it all, my call, ****, we did it all
'88 in the project, we had it all
Hundred G's of baked flake, we cook it all
Block bumpin', we real ****, we kill 'em all
We blow hunnids for **** died, couldn't see us ball
[Verse 4]
Big dawg, never fall, we get money
No call, we stand tall and flip hunnids
Lay low but play dough, we spill a hunnid
Never came around us, but split dough
Shot-call, knock a **** fuckin' brains off
Big money, we'll knock a **** top off
Never played, lay low, we get it all
Got money, we hit first and pick it off
[Verse 5]
Big dawg, never fall, we get money
No call, we stand tall and flip hunnids
Lay low but play dough, we spill a hunnid
Never came around us, but split dough
Shot-call, knock a **** fuckin' brains off
Big money, we'll knock a **** top off
Never played, lay low, we get it all
Got money, we hit first and pick it off
Written by: Ansen Andre, Bryan Christopher Williams, Carl Paul, Daniel Lebrun, Fareed Salamah, Terius Gray