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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T Stead
T Stead
Vocals
Ray Ray McCloud
Ray Ray McCloud
Vocals
Melvin Ingram
Melvin Ingram
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T Stead
T Stead
Composer
Melvin Ingram
Melvin Ingram
Composer
George Stone III
George Stone III
Composer
John Carlos Ramirez
John Carlos Ramirez
Composer
Max Wonnenberg
Max Wonnenberg
Composer
Philipp Lindworsky
Philipp Lindworsky
Composer
Raymond Ray-Ray McCloud lll
Raymond Ray-Ray McCloud lll
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Producer
EST Gee
EST Gee
Producer
Rizzo
Rizzo
Producer
Phil Szn
Phil Szn
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Evan Fulcher
Evan Fulcher
Recording Engineer
Moises "Mo" Santos Robalo
Moises "Mo" Santos Robalo
Recording Engineer
Jarius “Fr0ntline” Jordan
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Alright, I got it
T. Stead look
Look, yeah
[Verse 1]
Full court press or full blitz, we goin' all out
It don't matter, any time of day, I came to ball out
We TTG, never duckin' smoke or any call out
Better be ready to go to war until we fall out
Zero to sixty like Ludacris, we came to roll out
You know I got to get my check, so please don't make me hold out
Bust down a Cuban, a summer day, I make it cold out
[Verse 2]
They was hot then, now they cold now
Left wrist drippin', I got it froze now
Went from rags to riches, check the clothes now (Designer)
My name heavy all across the globe now (T. Stead)
We ain't playing HBCU, I strike up the bands (Go, huh)
Stompin' on 'em like a Que Dog or an Alpha man
In Miami, Hard Rock jumping like a rock band
You know me, I love my green and cheese like a Packers fan
[Verse 3]
I'm a player, gotta keep it player, how the game go
With the steppers, I ain't gotta tell 'em, they just trained to go
Calling plays and I'm calling shots like the head coach
First class or we take the private, we don't do coach
[Chorus]
They was hot then, now they cold now
They was hot then, now they cold now
They was hot then, now they cold now
[Verse 4]
Dirty
Yeah you know we global with it
Black fit, limo tint, you don't know who in it (Presidential)
Whole team having motion, world know who winnin' (Forever winnin')
I'm known for handlin' business, these other dudes known for dissin' (They just be talkin')
[Verse 5]
Big motion boy, big vibin' boy
Tell them pipe that loud talk down 'cause they ain't makin' noise
Yeah homie, we them boys who they be preachin' 'bout
If you see LT around, real ballers bound to make a crowd, legend tribe
[Verse 6]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I knock 'em down three in a row
From the streets straight to the field, from the field right to the show
All my dogs is trained to go, make sure my people don't work no more
Been let down so many times and stabbed in my back, I swear it don't hurt no more
Got dirt all on my hands but I still wash 'em and count this money
I had to stop rocking so many chains, I was tryna workout and it hurt my stomach
I get them wrapped, that boy a mummy
Black on black, this Maybach dummy
When times are dark, we still on the block around the clock, now my life's sunny
[Verse 7]
I had to make it out, rest in peace to Dolph, I took that paper route
Wanted some more land and on the dough and bought my neighbor's house
I had done so many favors for some people, feel like I'm favored out
No eatin' in, we takin' out
Same people who was cheerin', they hatin' now
But so what?
Dan Marino seats inside of this Rolls truck, they dolphin blue
Big homie, y'all little boys better remember who you talkin' to
It gon' cost you like a fifty for me and the gang and we just walkin' through
We countin' money often too
Written by: George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Max Wonnenberg, Melvin Ingram, Philipp Lindworsky, Ray Ray McCloud, Raymond Ray-Ray McCloud lll, T Stead, Terron Armstead
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