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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BGudini
BGudini
Programming
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Programming
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daryl McPherson
Daryl McPherson
Songwriter
Gleb Protasov
Gleb Protasov
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BGudini
BGudini
Producer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Producer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Executive Producer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Executive Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Buster Ross
Buster Ross
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(BGudini Spell That shit)
[Verse 2]
S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, **** is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (Ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (No, no)
Bitches on bitches like to fuck they friends
They done lowered their standards and everybody cool with it
Young **** sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper, he'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (Bones)
Came back rich, would've thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, would've thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)
[Verse 3]
We kicked the door down, and we made some money, and we left it open for y'all to come in
Gave 'em the blueprint to shake the whole world and even done showed 'em the robotic Benz
Mama, she told me to watch for the enemies, even the ones you call your friends
Charge it to the game, or call it a penalty, fuck it, I'll switch it up and come back again (Whoo)
Every time I'm up, man I know I'm up ten (Ten)
**** can get close, I'll stretch it out again (Stretch)
Came from the trap, never trapped in a pin (No)
But I send big care packs to the pen (Pen)
Gang for the win, gang for the win (Gang)
Take and Offset, they'll stain somethin', twin (Twin)
Creepin' at night, we were walkin' with a vest (Vest)
Jason with a knife, we were walkin' with a grin (Grin)
Who was Montana? Tony Montana wouldn't live one night if he stayed in Atlanta
You tryna go viral, leave ya name on a banner, **** want smoke, but it's all in the camera
[Verse 4]
S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, **** is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (Ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (No, no)
Bitches on bitches like to fuck they friends
They done lowered their standards and everybody cool with it
Young **** sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper, he'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (Bones)
Came back rich, would've thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, would've thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)
[Verse 5]
(Offset)
Gang, we defeaters (Gang), in ya vein like a needle (Vein)
Fast like a cheetah, when I hit the gas I'ma leave 'em (Skrrt)
Buckle down with the band like we playin' on a see-saw (Whoo)
Can't forget my man, I put them bands on a Kia (Racks)
We was beatin' **** with our bare hands, show what we 'bout (Yessir)
**** sellin' grubs, I had to hustle out of FILA (Hustle)
Knew I wanted money, I was five, I was knee-high (Five)
I'ma have to keep fire, I ain't goin' out like B-I (Fire)
Major lil' ****, lil' basic lil' **** (Basic)
We was in the basement hidin' paper, they ain't listen (Hey)
My wrist blowin' kisses, we done fucked all your bitches (Come here)
Necklace lookin' like I just got out a blizzard (Ice)
Bad bitch bought a lil' Chanel, it cost a nickel (Baddie)
Told the bitch to ride this shit, bicycle (Ride)
Supersized Lambo, wide body whip it (Wide)
I put a lil' switch up on the Glock, I'm tryna zip 'em (Frrr)
We put on the move, and put the thottie on to kill 'em (Thottie)
Went and bought the buildin', it's some million dollar dealings (Yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout a pussy ****, drop my ceilin' (No)
Hibernate the millions, Nawfside legends (Nawf)
[Verse 6]
S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, **** is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (Ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (No, no)
Bitches on bitches like to fuck they friends
They done lowered their standards and everybody cool with it
Young **** sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper, he'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (Bones)
Came back rich, would've thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, would've thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)
[Verse 7]
(Takeoff)
Franchise player, had to send it to my Mahomes
Never send it through your phone, had to get it on my own (Get it)
I know right from wrong, but I'm playing all along
Never show 'em your emotions and tell 'em what you be on
It'll fuck your mind up when your bag get blown (Bag)
Depend on who the person, gotta be mentally strong (Strong)
You just gotta run it up and never ever fold (No)
Pickin' up a load, never askin' for a loan (Never)
B-L-E-S-S, **** is blessed (Blessed)
Talkin' to a check, while I'm sittin' on a jet (Jet)
**** flex for the net, it's some **** I ain't met (Never)
I can up a milli', if I ever get depressed (Milli')
I bought the semi and you know it can suppress (Brrrr)
And every time I see the bag, I see another one
Shoutout to Khaled, 'cause they know that we the best
I know some **** that be hatin' on success (Hatin')
I know my **** that be prayin' for the best (Prayin')
**** throwin' salt 'cause they got less (Throw it)
Ain't get no straightenin' when a **** got pressed (Pressed)
[Verse 8]
S-U-C-C-E-S-S, havin' success
B-L-E-S-S, yes, **** is blessed
Ten toes down, that's a bag in Atlanta (Ten toes)
It ain't no pressure, but you still keep a hammer (No, no)
Bitches on bitches like to fuck they friends
They done lowered their standards and everybody cool with it
Young **** sendin' them shots, just bought a new chopper, he'll show you he a fool with it
Which one ya on? Body for body, we havin' bags full of bones (Bones)
Came back rich, would've thought it was a clone
All these Za' bags, would've thought it home grown
Huncho the chief, had to send it to Mahomes
Franchise tag, everybody want a loan (Mahomes)
[Verse 9]
If you really want it, you ain't get it on your own
You ain't got time to be callin' a **** phone
Still gotta get it in the field, you ain't did nothin' wrong
Say you really want it, you'll get it on your own
Still, yeah, if you ain't really got it I'll give it to my homes
Written by: Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Daryl McPherson, Gleb Protasov
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