Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TM88
Programming
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
lil88
Programming
Outtatown
Programming
Starboy
Programming
Synthetic
Programming
Narcotics
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TM88
Composer
Nicholas Cormier
Composer
Tobias Dekker
Composer
Jordan Timothy Jenks
Composer
Anton Martín Mendo
Composer
Javier Mercado
Composer
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
Producer
lil88
Co-Producer
Outtatown
Co-Producer
Starboy
Co-Producer
Synthetic
Co-Producer
Narcotics
Co-Producer
E. Dan
Mixing Engineer
James Kang
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
808, 808 Mafia
Yeah, yeah
The hood show me love every time I come home (Ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (Ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (Ayy)
Why these **** mad? Man, the hell if I know (Ayy)
The hood show me love every time I come home (Ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (Ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (Ayy)
Why these **** mad? Man, the hell if I know (Ayy)
She give me piñata, she gon' bust it open
Bitch, I'm from the bottom, where **** keep a four fifth
Money blue, it's so Crip, all my money Rollin'
Hit her from the back, yeah, she want me to hold her hands
Thinking 'bout them racks, wait, like I work at Nordstrom's
Smoking on a pack, wait, rolling up your old friends
Man, that ass so fat, wait, she want me to go again
She don't know my tracks, wait, must be a "Magnolia" fan
She throw me the cat, wait, I feel like a Doja fan
When I get that bag, wait, man, I do the Soulja dance
Call me eighty racks, wait, why you try to expose your man?
Boy, you know that's cap, ayy, I ain't even want your bands
The hood show me love every time I come home (Ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (Ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (Ayy)
Why these **** mad? Man, the hell if I know (Ayy)
The hood show me love every time I come home (Ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (Ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (Ayy)
Why these **** mad? Man, the hell if I know
Yeah, a **** got opps, just pointed 'em out
I'm running it up, you running your mouth
She suck on my dick, I cum in her mouth
Run me your shit, they come in your house
I feel like Martin, you get to steppin'
I need Charmin, shit on you peasants
Fresh to death like a stairway to heaven
**** square, took all your seconds
I beat up her pussy like I'm in Tekken
She bent over like those stretches
She get tired when she ride for real
I stack my money like I play Tetris
Throw her the money, look like confetti
I got the sauce, it's like spaghetti
You wanna race? Bitch, I'm Andretti
The hood show me love every time I come home (Ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (Ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (Ayy)
Why these **** mad? Man, the hell if I know (Ayy)
The hood show me love every time I come home (Ayy)
Ain't no price tag, but I can buy what I want (Ayy)
New Prada pants, don't rock Amiris no more (Ayy)
Why these **** mad? Man, the hell if I know
Written by: Anton Martín Mendo, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Javier Mercado, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Nicholas Cormier, Tobias Dekker