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Dreamville - Wells Fargo ft. JID, EARTHGANG, Buddy & Guapdad 4000) [Interlude] (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Songwriter
Tyler Mason
Tyler Mason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christo
Christo
Producer
Nostxlgic
Nostxlgic
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Excuse me, sir
Yes
Your Grace
Is that my flamethrower beside you?
Why, it is
Please, sir, pass it this way
Can you hand me that pistol over there?
Please don't get muffins on it
My lord, my lord, please hand me the bazooka
Why, thank you
Bang bang bang bang bang
No blood on the couch, please
Please, no blood on the couch
Sir, you got blood on the couch
Can you hand me that machine gun?
Sir, damn you
[Verse 2]
Yeah, get my gun, we 'bout to to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we may not get a whole car load
With my dogs, we pull up lookin' like a car show
Smokin' blunts and this shit gettin' proper narco
[Verse 3]
Whoo!
[Verse 4]
If I'm the God in heaven above
I come to you as humbly as I know how
Off hella the drugs and I'm outta my mind
In the meantime I'ma just smoke this loud
Put that shit on my tongue and the shit dissolve
Hit a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down
All my white friends got me talkin' proper now
I got the beating chest so I'm high for now
[Verse 5]
Yeah, he without sin cast the first stone
To a **** with a gun that can run in your home
One dome shot, ****'ll never look at him wrong again
Oh my god, oh my god, on this lick in the car, twisted
Come on lil bitch, suck on my dick, summon the fun under your sister
Come-come gimme some tongue-tongue, get it on
Young fun, yum yum yum, I'm twisted
[Verse 6]
Yeah, get my gun, we 'bout to to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we may not get a whole car load
With my dogs, we pull up lookin' like a car show
Smokin' blunts and this shit gettin' proper narco
[Verse 7]
Yo, loads of this, all in the money
It's callin', I'm comin' forever and ever to you
Takin' a box of the chocolate
I'll send 'em, I'll ship 'em, I'll get 'em delivered to you
Baby, whatever, just come on
Just hop in here, get in the car and we gonna get boofed
Packages off and the phone is whatever
Just tell her to tell if they're makin' a move
[Verse 8]
Skrrt skrrt in the new thing
Throw the cash, and she gotta Raekwon like the Wu Tang
I think I deserve me a Mulsanne
Me, you and two or three hoes should do the group thing
Boofed and fucked up the sheets, the Airbnb, and fuck off the lease
Just mind your own P's, I need peace of mind
I be be be be be be be fine
[Verse 9]
Yeah, get my gun, we 'bout to to rob a Wells Fargo
Got some broads, we may not get a whole car load
With my dogs, we pull up lookin' like a car show
Smokin' blunts and this shit gettin' proper narco
[Verse 10]
I mean, it's just how you count it
Just depend on how you count it
Written by: Destin Route, Olu Fann, Simmie Sims III, Akeem Douglas Hayes, John Welch, Eric Dan, Tyler Mason

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