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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Raphael Oliviera
Raphael Oliviera
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Claudio Gizzi
Claudio Gizzi
Songwriter
Romano Musumarra
Romano Musumarra
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo
Tell them to put the minks down on the floor
So we can walk in here like kings
Big steppas only
Dugg, what up though?
Sno man holla at me
Put the minks down
No, for real summertime all the freaks out
Nottingham still slapping off of 3/5s
Young **** probably beat the feds 3 times
And I kept it solid, ****, each time
I'm 10 out of 10 still trying to free mines
This ain't a regular Benz, it's a S6
Get money, fuck hoes, and stretch shit
Y'all ain't even see my best yet
I got now, fuck the next ****
I ain't even gotta check ****
One thing for certain, a **** play with me, he die in a hurry
50k a piece, bro fighting a murder and they retired my jersey
But I still get off the bench
Glock teal with a switch, still hitting licks
Everybody calling Dugg da ****
Big homie, but the littlest ****
Living legend in the flesh
Had a million dollars back when I was wearing Guess
250 three times, guess I had a Nina left
Hundred in the dope panel, got it leaning to the left
Pyrex glass handle, yeah, shout out to my chef
Kitchen fork, warm water, yeah, shout out to myself
Send it on a paper towel, but I'ma need some plastic
Weight these flip those, yeah, we doing gymnastics, on me
Count a million with my eyes closed
And I can whip a whole one with a blindfold
And I can, get 'em to ya ****, next day, air
Where ya at ****, next day, there
Black tape **** grey tape, seal
Street razor with the V cut, peel
God bless ya, here's a scorpion stamp
Young Virgil, yeah, the Off-White, champ
If somebody woulda told me two decades ago
That that music we was makin' in the 44
Would be ringing off in front of 25 thousand
Night after night, all cell phone lights up
Word for word like a religion
I woulda told 'em you though d–
Written by: Claudio Gizzi, Dion Hayes, Erik Ortiz, Jay Jenkins, Kevin Crowe, Raphael Oliviera, Romano Musumarra
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