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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trouble
Vocals
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Papa Abdou Fall
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Mariel Orr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Papito
Producer
Bradley "Dula" Post
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, no strings attached, okay
Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay
Okay, don't go down lookin' strange when I go tat your face
I don't look like that when you be askin' me 'bout racks, okay
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on the dick just like a scooter
Brand new whip with old money like my cougar
Designer got that shit sittin' fatter than Medusa
These **** ain't real, ain't woo with that
I just might shoot you
[Verse 2]
I fuck with king and Dill, for real, so free B-B
I was gettin' some lip service just like G-G
I remember big curved me then I had a three-peat
Talkin' 'bout the same time, my future bright, no TV
Get off my dick, bitch, damn ho, I gotta pee pee
I had a shoutout, who picked the youngins up? That was me, me
Keep in the paper, I don't want you talkin' 'bout free me
But a **** tried, damn, guess you just got a freebie
[Verse 3]
If I'm hoppin' outside of a Phantom
Forty inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me, keep on dancin'
Trappin' outside of Atlanta
See my lil' bitch then go grab it
Get to the money, you have it
She be ocean wet, she the Atlantic
Got another ho stuck on the campus
She be mixin' her drink with the Add'y
She be like Trouble come back, all my panty wet
I just want the paper, baby
Swear I'm not a fan of that
Yeah, yeah, 'cause then you want shit free and I gotta get my cheese
Be different if you my bitch, bless you, yes, indeed
[Verse 4]
Hey, no strings attached, okay
Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay
Okay, don't go down lookin' strange when I go tat your face
I don't look like that when you be askin' me 'bout racks, okay
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on the dick just like a scooter
Brand new whip with old money like my cougar
Designer got that shit sittin' fatter than Medusa
These **** ain't real, ain't woo with that
I just might shoot you
[Verse 5]
It's plain Jane on my wrist, a Hellcat, okay
Gas Kenmore stove, pass me that Old Bay
Rolls truck on C's, sit on that, OJ
You ain't gettin' no paper, you ain't got no say
Call the sideline **** 'cause we not gon' play
We some stand up guys 'cause we not gon' lay
A bunch of S curl ****, how we not gon' spray?
Yeah, we saw who did it but we not gon' say
[Verse 6]
Hoppin' up outta the don
Boxes of Louis Vuitton
I put the ground on the map
That why they call me the don
I put the light on the streets
That why they call me the goat
If it's a hustler parade
They gotta make me a float
[Verse 7]
Tell 'em I said it, I meant it, I quote it
Put the city on the map and they know it
Seven days out the week wear black
Seven days out the week stay strapped
Top down ridin' down on that
Brave game, big clip, fall back
First mil, made that, no rap
Put the trap on the map, no cap
[Verse 8]
Hey, no strings attached, okay
Chanel put on your frames and on your back, okay
Okay, don't go down lookin' strange when I go tat your face
I don't look like that when you be askin' me 'bout racks, okay
(Don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on the dick just like a scooter
Brand new whip with old money like my cougar
Designer got that shit sittin' fatter than Medusa
These **** ain't real, ain't woo with that
I just might shoot you
Written by: Jeezy, Papa Abdou Fall, Trouble