Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TM88
TM88
Programming
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
lil88
lil88
Programming
Outtatown
Outtatown
Programming
Starboy
Starboy
Programming
Synthetic
Synthetic
Programming
Narcotics
Narcotics
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TM88
TM88
Composer
Nicholas Cormier
Nicholas Cormier
Composer
Tobias Dekker
Tobias Dekker
Composer
Jordan Timothy Jenks
Jordan Timothy Jenks
Composer
Anton Martín Mendo
Anton Martín Mendo
Composer
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Composer
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
TM88
Producer
lil88
lil88
Co-Producer
Outtatown
Outtatown
Co-Producer
Starboy
Starboy
Co-Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Co-Producer
Narcotics
Narcotics
Co-Producer
E. Dan
E. Dan
Mixing Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
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
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