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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Frank Parra
Frank Parra
Songwriter
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
Sam Taylor
Sam Taylor
Songwriter
Anthony Fields
Anthony Fields
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frankie P
Frankie P
Producer
Tweek Tune
Tweek Tune
Recording Engineer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ou-ou-ou
[Verse 2]
Where my dogs at?
(We right here dog)
Where my dogs at?
(Right here dog)
Where my dogs at?
(We right here dog)
Now where my dogs at
(Frankie Mothafuckin P)
[Verse 3]
I said get at me
I'm talking to you **** with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
[Verse 4]
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin' cuties with booties and Dapper Dan silk pyjamas
Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids
Me and Flacko on the island with a few bad bitches
How my cousin make a mil off a do-rag business
All my dogs with the shit you with a few cat litters
All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su)
[Verse 5]
Back when I was rentin' beds I was still catchin' head
If I was bussin' dishes I'd be still fuckin' bitches
Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas
Gone for a minute, now I'm back did you miss me?
Had the whole Harlem world wearin' Under Armours
Under the armours I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma
Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your momma
Kinda runnin' late for this meeting with Obama
I ain't mean it to rhyme but call me when your mind right
Meet me with your romper, she see me when the vibe right
More money more problem, more chopper more drama
And I got these hoes
Feeling like Mo Bamba
[Verse 6]
Where my dogs at?
(We right here dog) (Yeah)
Where my dogs at?
(We right here dog) (Uh)
Where my dogs at?
(We right here dog) (Yeah)
Now where my dogs at?
(We right here dog) (Uh)
[Verse 7]
Who goin' do what?
My dogs gon' tool up
**** look out, 'cause look down like
Once you fucked
And we don't give two fucks
Where I'm from you lunch, you food
**** called yo' bluff
Pockets Warren Buffet
Security guard too pup
I like my songs screwed up
I own a gold toothbrush
I get my gold tooth buffed
[Verse 8]
I'ma stomp a **** out in Timberland Nubuck
Young Buck, two buck
Benz truck, new truck
Big horns, tuba
'M all good then, Cuba
They try hit us like Huey with their armpits up
But we swerve to the bullets get yo' targets up
Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust
[Verse 9]
Now where my dogs at?
(We right here dog)
Where my dogs at?
(Right here dog)
Where my dogs at?
(We right here dog)
Now where my dogs at?
(We right here dog)
[Verse 10]
I said get at me
I'm talking to you **** with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Patakis and Patakis
Written by: Anthony Fields, Damon Blackmon, Darold Brown, Earl Simmons, Frank Parra, Rakim Mayers, Sam Taylor
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