Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Vocals
Gabby!
Gabby!
Additional Vocals
Mike Jones
Mike Jones
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Byron O Thomas
Byron O Thomas
Songwriter
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Songwriter
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Michel Ripoche
Michel Ripoche
Songwriter
Phillipe Briche
Phillipe Briche
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
IDK
Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Blue Rondo
Blue Rondo
Co-Producer
Obi Nwadije
Obi Nwadije
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Illingsworth
Illingsworth
Producer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ha ha ha-ha-ha ha)
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Bitch you ain't never been naked on the seashore
Put money on your head
Spend the rest up in Dior, Paris
Me and Don C sitting front row
Elephant drum on the .40 shit Gumbo
Hole in your forehead
I'm talking jumbo
I'm feeling like Shyne
I might shoot up 1 Oak
Please no sparklers baby
I'm a legend
Standing on the couch
Ace bottle in the desert
[Verse 3]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Got the whole world and why we exist finally mapped
The rich kids get all the girls and all the ass
While the broke boys walk with the world kicking they back, yeah
She said she want a five star meal, yeah
If it come with head, then it's a five star deal
She say, shit, she just tried to hit me wit a slap
I block my face with my hand now it's a dap
No strings attached
I ain't tryna be a puppet, you heard
I rather be stung by bees than be fuckin' with birds
I say that shit all the time until I'm touching her curves
Or 'til it's time to pet the pussy like perfecto
Her fur retro
Her weave petro
Her heels Dries
Don't fuck up the dress code
She don't need a **** for shit
She got her own
But if he say he tryna pay she like "I ain't sayin' no"
[Verse 4]
Roses are red (Yeah)
Violets are blue (Aye)
Do you want me for money?
He found out when she said "I do"
Too late (Yeah)
The pussy game too great
The pussy game too great
The pussy game too great (I said)
[Verse 5]
Roses are red (Yeah)
Violets are blue (Aye)
Do you want me for my money
He found out when she said "I do"
Too late
The pussy game too great
The pussy game too great
The pussy game (Crazy)
[Verse 6]
Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp (Yeah)
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly
[Verse 7]
Damn
Showboating getting greedier
Doing shows for fans on social media
Wikipedia
[Verse 8]
Man these hoes getting greedier
Getting needier
Doing stunts for the media
Cloutin' serious
Bad bitch yeah but the mind state is hideous
Is the head right?
Brain like encyclopedia
And that ass look good with your Brazilian lift
The money like that shit
Be tryna wife that shit
Might first class on a Delta flight that shit
Off tops I ain't even have to write that shit (Yeah)
Lamar Odom with the stroke
Girl you got my dick (Hard)
You like an Uber when you ride
I might buy your ass a (Car)
[Verse 9]
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Do you want me for money?
He found out when she said "I do"
Too late
The pussy game too great
The pussy game too great
The pussy game (Crazy)
[Verse 10]
Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp (Yeah)
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly
[Verse 11]
Showboating getting greedier
Doing shows for fans on social media
Wikipedia
[Verse 12]
Ayo
[Verse 13]
Every Ertuğrul Bey need a Halime Sultan
To establish a tribe and build masjid roofs on
My life, my sacrifice, my prayer, and my death
Is all for the one God who spareth me breath
You can try and lie to yourself about the times
The war between God and Satan for hearts and minds
In the age of social media
Twitter, YouTube, Google, and Wikipedia, pearls get tossed to swine
You stick with Dr. Fauci
I'm running with Dr. Wesley
I never let the CDC come and finesse me
I never let the fake news from the press distress me
Even though the Devil would love to Malcolm X me
It's him again, with the tint skin tone preaching brimstone
Until the Man of Sin get everything that was meant for him
Just know one thing
And that's Allah sent me here to be (King)
Written by: Alvin Worthy, Antwane "Amadeus" Thompson, Bryan Christopher Williams, Byron O Thomas, Daniel Dumile, Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah, Jason Mills, Kevin Duane McCord, Michael A. Jones, Michel Ripoche, Phillipe Briche, Salih Williams
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out