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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Meek Mill
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Awood Johnson
Songwriter
Craig Lawson
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Mikely Adam
Songwriter
Corey Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
Zane Shoemake
Recording Engineer
James Royo
Recording Engineer
DJ Quik
Mixing Engineer
Mikely Adam
Co-Producer
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out
Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work
(I done fronted **** work)
You say you want that head up
But we don't fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days show you what this West Coast about
[Verse 2]
I'd die for my motherfuckin' ****
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' ****
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' ****
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' ****
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many ****
Cause **** drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro
Don't beef over no hoe
And my **** sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' ****
When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my fuckin' ****
I kill for my motherfuckin' ****
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the trigger
And with my little finger to you ****
I swear it's fuck all y'all ****
Except my ****
[Verse 3]
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' ****
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my ****
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my ****
My ****, my ****
My ****, my **** (My motherfuckin' ****!)
My ****, my **** (My ****, my ****)
My ****, my ****
[Verse 4]
Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfuckin' ****
You catch me out Chicago with them motherfuckin' hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches
She keep liking all my pictures
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “Caine get up"
Same **** from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang"
In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out "4 Hunnid,” YG that's my ****
Cause I been in the field life on the line with him
And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em
Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak hit 'em
[Verse 5]
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' ****
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my ****
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my ****
My ****, my ****
My ****, my **** (My motherfuckin' ****!)
My ****, my **** (My ****, my ****)
My ****, my ****
[Verse 6]
I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, ****
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, ****?
You nig, you **** ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my bitches
I need a **** with some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a **** with some good neck, ostriches
My ****
[Verse 7]
I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' ****
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my **** (New York to Compton)
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my **** (Got YG with me so don't get stomped in)
My ****, my **** (Y'all know who the fuck it is)
My ****, my **** (My motherfuckin' ****!) (See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees bitch)
My ****, my **** (My ****, my ****)
My ****, my **** (And when you come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like)
You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, bitch!
Written by: Awood Johnson, Calvin Broadus, Corey Miller, Craig Lawson, Craig Miller, Dequantes Lamar, Dijon McFarlane, Jay Jenkins, Keenon Jackson, Mikely Adam