Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Vocals
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
Girl Talk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Gregg Gillis
Songwriter
Justin Scott
Songwriter
Michael Larry Smith
Songwriter
Ronald Dunbar
Songwriter
Sean Pompey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gregg Gillis
Producer
Lyrics
Woo! Yes!
Never hated, always stayed official, then my part, I played it
Now I'm faded, money, made it, take my time and demonstrate it
Hop up on a different plane, I'm 'bout to cop a different chain
I'm 'bout to cop a different whip, every night a different dip
If it's 'bout a million dollars, book my flight, I'll take the trip
Youngest niggas getting rich, I'ma always make a list
Put some diamonds in my watch, I'm icy like I sprained my wrist
Ain't no other nigga you could name that put you on like this
Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up
Look how I rep the Miss (I put you on)
Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did
Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up, look how I rep the Miss
Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did
I put you on for real, I put you on for real
I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real
I put you on for real, I put you on for real (I put you on)
I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real (right)
I'm on the bomb, it's kill (uh) fuck the alarm for real (uh)
I hit the farm to build (right) I got a monster deal (really)
Might cop a hundred, I might get 'em fronted
I might get 'em gone but still
Watch how the foreign peel (skrrt) I put you on for real (right)
Shit, it's all in the flip (uh) VVS in my drip (uh)
Shoutout Ronnie my mans, get it popping in KITH
It's professional hustling, you dudes not in discussion
Just me, Cameron and Justin, this ain't amateur stunting
Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up
Look how I rep the Miss (uh)
Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did (uh)
Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up, look how I rep the Miss
Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did
I put you on for real, I put you on for real
I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real (uh)
I put you on for real, I put you on for real (I put you on)
I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real
My sub, my sub, fifteens was knockin' like aw sookie sookie now
Glass house, no doubt, look at them
Lookin'-ass niggas lookin', lookin' now
I got gumption just to come out of the wood with a check and a mink
K.R.I.T., remember the time they ain't think a nigga be king
Multi alumni, this is the army, this is a navy
I was still moving, I was still touring
Even when radio never would play me, crazy
See me on top, return of forever, I'm never gon' settle
Look at the level, precious the metal
Nigga, I tell you, dig it like shovels, we put you on for real
Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up
Look how I rep the Miss
Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did
Breakin' that bread up, foreign that rev up, look how I rep the Miss
Never gon' let up, foot on that pedal, no one could do what I did
I put you on for real, I put you on for real
I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real
I put you on for real, I put you on for real
I put you on, I put you on, I put you on for real
Writer(s): Ronald Dunbar, Justin Scott, Gregg Michael Gillis, Sean Pompey, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Michael Smith
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