Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Vocals
Organized Noize
Guitar
Rock D the Legend
Background Vocals
Killer Mike
Vocals
Jeezy
Vocals
Preston Crump
Bass
Hatsune Miku
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Bailey
Songwriter
Sarah Johnson
Songwriter
Tobias Thomas
Songwriter
Hollis Mason
Songwriter
Shelton Oliver
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Aura Qualic
Songwriter
Michael Render
Songwriter
Milton Poole III
Songwriter
Richard M Wheeler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Boi
Producer
Organized Noize
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Shelton Oliver
Recording Engineer
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Brandon Wood
Assistant Engineer
Chris Galland
Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Engineer
Reuben Davis
Assistant Engineer
Young Cali
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
愛してよ
私を抱いてよ
ねぇそばに置いてよ
私も最後の記憶に
君の愛を
残したい
[Verse 2]
Polo to the floor, though (Floor, though)
You already know, though (Know, though)
It's Adamsville for real
You see a hoe, just take a photo (Photo)
I'm repping that Zone Four, though, with a .44 on your bro, though
'Cause that dodo thought that he could rob a player for some dough, though
[Verse 3]
Oh no (Oh no)
On so Allen Temple (Temple)
Oh so some England Manor (Manor)
I'm so Misty Valley
And I gotta couple pounds yesterday outta Cali
And my bad bitch from the valley bought me brand new Ballys
And I'm playin' with her nose
American dream, Dusty Rhodes
Man, she been ridin' clean
Since her daddy rode on Vogues
I done fucked her in every hotel, in every hole
I ain't fucked her with my wife
But if she meet her, might be a go (Whoo) (Baby)
[Verse 4]
Big flair, Ric Flair, flashin'
Bitch, don't I look dashin'?
Bitch, don't I look classy?
Bitch, don't act so sassy
I'm-I'm-I'm the, I'm the man, boo
That's with or without you
To hell with what your mouth say
Show me what that mouth do
Mouth do
[Verse 5]
I hear, I hear
I hear 'em talking hella reckless
I won't even stress
Just kill 'em softly with my presence
Won't even address it
They say it lonely at the top
But this the best shit ever
Hey, don't you see me out here shinin'?
Bitch, I'm barely flexin'
[Verse 6]
I hear 'em talking hella reckless
I won't even stress
Just kill 'em softly with my presence
Won't even address it
They say it lonely at the top
This the best shit ever
And even if we die today
This shit gon' live forever
Live forever (Live forever)
(Yeah)
[Verse 7]
Daddy Fat Saxxx, with three x's
Fuck ****, hit the exit
No S is on my chest
But all these diamonds got me blessed
Usually, I don't do this
Dumb it down, go stupid
Since seventeen, been countin' M's
My bank account's on goofy
They say Cosby gave 'em roofies
Now who know what the truth is
Chicago full of shooters
My garage is full of hoopties
Got that Southern drawl and all that
My pre-rolls look like ball bats
The South got somethin' to say
And nah, y'all **** can't get y'all ball back
If I ain't a hot boy, then what do ya call Saxxx?
Daddy Fat in it y'all, never fall back
Like clocks in the wintertime
We stay eating like it's dinnertime
Been feasting and chiefin' and blowing big
But it ain't no reefer 'rhyme
We don't know the meaning of drought
'Cause we keep it so wet
Boy, I swear now, it's been a while
Just speaking in general
Boy, there is no formidable
Opponent, or a **** that want it
Pure uncut, never step on it
Line for line, dope when you want it
Mine the kind to give a **** hope when they down and out
**** dig a hole so deep, ain't no climbin' out
[Verse 8]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I hear) I hear 'em talking hella reckless
I won't even stress
Just kill 'em softly with my presence
Won't even address it
They say it lonely at the top
But this the best shit ever
Hey, don't you see me out here shinin'?
Bitch, I'm barely flexing
[Verse 9]
I hear 'em talking hella reckless
I won't even stress this
Just kill 'em softly with my presence
Won't even address it
They say it lonely at the top
This the best shit ever
And even if we die today
This shit gon' live forever
Live forever
[Verse 10]
Yo, hoe, listen
Just like I told Coco
My vision is pimpin'
You already know, though
So go, hoe
Stroll hoe for the po-po
That's my logo
Fo' sho, hoe
Pogo
Get down on the flo', hoe
Flo', though
[Verse 11]
Yo, hoe, listen
Just like I told Coco
My vision is pimpin'
You already know, though
So go, hoe
Stroll hoe for the po-po
That's my logo
Fo' sho, hoe
Pogo
Now get down on the flo', hoe
Flo', though
Written by: Antwan Patton, Aura Qualic, Hollis Mason, Kristopher Bailey, Michael Render, Milton Poole, Milton Poole III, Raymon Murray, Richard M Wheeler, Sarah Johnson, Shelton Oliver, Tobias Thomas