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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Drake
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Boris Bergman
Boris Bergman
Songwriter
Joshua Quinton Scruggs
Joshua Quinton Scruggs
Songwriter
Khristopher Riddick-Tynes
Khristopher Riddick-Tynes
Songwriter
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Songwriter
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Songwriter
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Songwriter
Sylvain Krief
Sylvain Krief
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
The Young Rascals
The Young Rascals
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Additional Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
David Anthony Bermudez
David Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Producer
Syk Sense
Syk Sense
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I'm home now, it's over now, shit
Yeah
[Verse 1]
She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English
Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean, which one is it?
You keep callin' me ya twin but twins ain't this different
Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 2020 clear vision
You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryin' hear it
I'm all for spiritual liftin' but I don't fly Spirit
I'm all for findin' happiness but down to die serious
All smiles, Kevin Durant trials, had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a mili'
I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles
I know they love to rock a check but who gon' do it really? Really?
My depositions never surface
Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased
Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses
Paid the cost to be the boss, wasn't even my most expensive purchase
Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on
Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards
Vision wasn't mine, told my **** the vision was ours
Still a part of shawty even if we've been livin' apart
Roxx will do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
The one that's rebuilding schools and feedin' the homeless, hang with my ****
But sometimes I be trying to avoid it 'cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double-jointed
Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
"I got to get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls
Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I'll bring it back to 50 world
[Chorus]
Aye, whoa, you made me this way, yeah
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my face
Won't you let me know that I did okay?
Don't wait till some other day, no, no
They love to wait till it's too late, too late
[Verse 2]
It's this one right here, yo (Aye)
I was nominated, never won a Grammy
But I understand they'll never understand me
Lotta lives lost but I never panicked
Lotta lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
A hundred-room mansion, but I felt abandoned
Love makin' love but where will love land me?
Jealous, so they bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us
But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
Chanel in the mail, FedExin' for real
And what I got for sale just sit on the scale
Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades
I really seen things give mothers the shakes
I really bought cars for women on face
I know it seem odd, but money amazin'
College loans really did fuck up her credit
Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
While we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal
In the mirror, she a blessin', rebukin' the devil
Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level
Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers
Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
Coming to America really to set
I'll let your Soul Glo, I'm keepin' you wet
All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Maybach Music)
[Chorus]
Aye, whoa, you made me this way, yeah
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my face
Won't you let me know that I did okay?
Don't wait till some other day, no, no
They love to wait till it's too late, too late (Aye)
[Verse 3]
Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight
True love in the projects is called paradise
All your **** left, you wasn't actin' right
But honesty itself a small sacrifice
My moneybag heavy, got me packin' light
You movin' funny, can you fuel my appetite?
****' conversations, a lot of it false
You own condos right over Carnegie Hall
Speak about your cars but all of them parked
You ****' money light, come out of the dark
You really are my type, this not a facade
One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis
I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip
After further thought, better not knock 'em
Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'
Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin'
[Chorus]
Aye, whoa, you made me this way, yeah
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my face
Won't you let me know that I did okay?
Don't wait till some other day, no, no
They love to wait till it's too late, too late (Aye) (Maybach Music)
Written by: William Leonard Roberts II, Aubrey Graham, Ozan Yildirim, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Anderson Hernandez, Leon Thomas II, Khristopher Riddick-Tynes, Sylvain Krief, Boris Bergman
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