Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Godfather of Harlem
Performer
Buddy
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
Wale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims III
Composer
Darold Brown
Composer
Olubowale Akintimehin
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Daniel Bevilacqua
Composer
Marie-Pierre Chevalier
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Musicman Ty
Producer
Snagz
Additional Producer
Kenny Lloyd
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ooh
Huh
Yeah, hey, uh, ooh
Yeah, okay, okay
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, ****, you can lose your soul
Be careful, ****, you better be humble
We leave with whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not the one you wanna run into
[Verse 3]
In love with the hustle and I want the bank
I want the throne, I am the king
Walking like Frank, I'm in a mink
I'm wit' a ting, sit by the ring
Power and money just sit on my brain
Shit for the birds, can't sit in the bang (Right)
Diamonds and pearls sit in my ring
That's why the girls sit on my thing
I'm with the mob, I'm with the truce
Ridin' with me 'cause they know I'm the truth
I get them calls, house with the roof
Dodging them balls, I want the loot (That's right)
Praying to God that he get me through
We goin' through wars, I ain't finna lose
Nobody else can do what I do
Nobody else gon' walk in my shoes
[Verse 4]
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, ****, you can lose your soul
Be careful, (Yeah) ****, you better be humble
We leave with whatever we come for (Right)
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not the one you wanna run into
[Verse 5]
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, ****, you can lose your soul
Be careful, ****, you better be humble That's right)
We leave with whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not the one you wanna run into
[Verse 6]
Look, I'm sick of these ****, I'm tired
I really been tryna hide the feeling I live wit'
My mind a missile, my ammunition is infinite
Y'all about to trigger me, boo
Folarin just stepped in the room
Y'all ain't accepting the truth, yeah
I'm at the top of my class
May take a helicopter to my reunion, uh
Really I'm 'bout to be cutthroat
'Cause really I'on give a fuck though
Silly bitches get they cell blocked for being phoney, I ain't gusto
Got it all off the muscle
Dig sirt, where's the shovel?
Can I get seven Hallelujahs? God good, this ain't luck though
[Verse 7]
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, ****, you can lose your soul
Be careful, ****, you better be humble (That's right)
We leave with whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not the one you wanna run into
[Verse 8]
I want it all, know it's a risk
I wanna ball, I wanna glist'
You in my way, you bound to get hit
Power and money come over a bitch (Right, right)
Sit at the table and talk to the clique
I got a plan, we could get rich
Bigger than corners and makin' a pitch
Bigger than bottles and trippin' a brick (That's right)
I'm in the mix, throw the assist
We can make hits, spit from the lips
Couple of models be shakin' they hips
Goin' full throttle 'cause I'm wit' the shits (Grrr)
Nobody else do it bigger than this
Nobody else in the building like this (Woo)
Nobody else make a killing like this
Nobody else that be killin' this shit
[Verse 9]
Yeah, hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, (Right) ****, you can lose your soul (That's right)
Be careful, ****, you better be humble
We leave with whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not the one you wanna run into
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, (Right) ****, you can lose your soul (That's right)
Be careful, ****, you better be humble
We leave with whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not the one you wanna run into
Written by: Daniel Bevilacqua, Darold Brown, Kasseem Dean, Marie-Pierre Chevalier, Olubowale Akintimehin, Simmie Sims III