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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
Rahky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Racquelle Anteola
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Randy Alpert
Songwriter
Andy Armer
Songwriter
Deric Michael Angelettie
Songwriter
Todd Gaither
Songwriter
Kim Jones
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What Juicy say?
He be like, "Shut the fuck up"
Yeah, yeah
King
[Verse 2]
I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupil
Don't understand my decisions, so I don't need your approval
I'ma mo' fucking villain just like you see in the movies
But still a mo' fucking hero, stay low-key like Casino
In the weave of the zino, pocket full of them C-notes
Backroom full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, ****
I see the line between 'em, man, they actin' a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to the cleaners
Two decades straight, a hunnid shows, a hunnid K at the gate
A night, a piece, capisce?
Bread bigger than me, sheesh
[Verse 3]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real **** move things on private planes
I said, you're lookin' for me, I'll be suckin', duckin' your lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I'll be suckin', duckin' your lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, a hunnid K on the seat
Shinin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Pray on the weed, never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, west side Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
[Verse 4]
Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I'm dealin' with shit
And a lot of my **** contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit
I put my bitch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and shit
Another day of a dope boy, a hunnid million, legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real **** move things on private planes
And you know I was trappin', workin' at a early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five with the iron on the highway, blowin' big gas
Lookin' for me, I'll be suckin', duckin' your lil' bitch ass
Fuck up, I am handlin' my own motherfucking business
And drama, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout the riff-raff
**** talkin', **** big cap, I won't listen to him
They get kidnapped back when nobody paid the ransom for 'em
Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain't never gave a damn 'bout what a **** think, fuck 'em
[Verse 5]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real **** move things on private planes
I said, you're lookin' for me, I'll be suckin', duckin' your lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I'll be suckin', duckin' your lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, a hunnid K on the seat
Shinin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Pray on the weed, never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, west side Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
Written by: Andy Armer, Christopher Wallace, Clifford Harris, Clifford J. Harris, Jr., Deric Michael Angelettie, Jordan Houston, Kim Jones, Racquelle Anteola, Randy Alpert, Todd Gaither