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H.E.R. - Find A Way (Audio) ft. Lil Baby, Lil Durk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
H.E.R.
H.E.R.
Performer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Performer
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chidi Osondu
Chidi Osondu
Songwriter
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Songwriter
Tiara Thomas
Tiara Thomas
Songwriter
Seandrea Sledge
Seandrea Sledge
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Malita Rice
Malita Rice
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Gabriella Wilson
Gabriella Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Engineer
Brodie Means
Brodie Means
Assistant Engineer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(What's happenin' Chi Chi?)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Got this shit up out the mud, still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (Weight up)
Went and gave too many chances to you ****, I can't let nobody play us (Play us)
Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up, ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (A bunch of haters)
No matter how much money we went through, we never let the paper change us (We ain't let it change us)
[Verse 1]
I done ran it up out the mud, I get paid to pop out at clubs
Put my partner 'nem in my budget
I watch people change, I can't trust 'em
I got rich but I'm still hustlin'
I run full speed to that cash, I can feel this shit in my calf muscles
Reminiscin' back when I ain't have nothin', now they actin' like they all happy for me
Where was you at when I needed it? When it come to money, I'm greedy
I'll try anything just to please you, you can take everything if you leavin'
Ain't tryna say I'm perfect but I'm decent, I ain't goin' back broke for no reason
My drip, it might leave a puddle, need Bounty to clean it up
I'm the quicker picker upper, for real, just put it on the floor
That other stuff, I'm not for it, I've been clearin' out my headspace
Runnin' shit, now I'm startin' to buy my whips now for the leg space (Got this shit up out the—, yeah, Baby)
[Chorus]
Got this shit up out the mud, still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (Weight up)
Went and gave too many chances to you ****, I can't let nobody play us (Play us)
Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up, ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (A bunch of haters)
No matter how much money we went through, we never let the paper change us (We ain't let it change us)
[Verse 2]
In a Wraith with the stars
All the **** who ain't bet on me, know they wouldn't go far (Nowhere)
Know the gang gon' ride for me, no matter how many cars (Skrrt)
Move cautious, got trauma, still tryna cover the scars (Hmm)
Ain't takin' no headshots 'cause you know we been hot (Know we been hot)
Always on the target, never miss like a red dot (Like a red dot)
Always on the go, I'll be wherever the jet stop (Yeah)
Coming from a place where they be shakin' they dreadlocks, yee (Got this shit up out the—)
[Chorus]
Got this shit up out the mud, still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (Weight up)
Went and gave too many chances to you ****, I can't let nobody play us (Play us)
Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up, ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (A bunch of haters)
No matter how much money we went through, we never let the paper change us
[Verse 3]
Bitch, this is straight out the mud
Back in 2010 I was sellin' them dubs
Back in granny crib when the lights was off
We would blame it on the bulbs
Same **** claim who I love, identify who I was
I was facin' a year, but since you told, I'm facin' a dub
I text my dawg, I was in my feelings
But said, "Fuck it", I ain't even send it
I was gon' text him like
"Don't change up, we the same **** we in it"
Don't talk about your dawg to your other dawg, man up and fix it
I came from broke Durk to big Durk
And I can merch, I'm one of the rich
Where you was at for the Comcast bill?
Cousin' died on my auntie fune'
Come around with a Richard Mille
I can do it, 'cause I sent money to Rich
Treat my wife like I treat my sister
Diamonds cut, I'm a walkin' butcher
My homie died, he ain't even slide
The street got a hold and killed him
Ooh-ooh (Hello? Man, fuck)
(I got this shit up out the–)
[Chorus]
Got this shit up out the mud, still grindin' like I'm tryna get my weight up (Weight up)
Went and gave too many chances to you ****, I can't let nobody play us (Play us)
Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up, ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (A bunch of haters)
No matter how much money we went through, we never let the paper change us
Written by: Chidi Osondu, Dominique' Jones, H.E.R., James Maddocks, Malita Rice, Milan Modi, Seandrea Sledge, Tiara Thomas
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