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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Songwriter
Justin Lewis Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Producer
Lyrics
Your confetti ain't even heavy ****
Got the win, I want the record ****
What's a crown if you don't protect it ****?
What's a name if they don't respect it ****?
Naw, your confetti ain't even heavy
These **** fuckin' up the game, that shit is so suspicious
You ain't buy it all unless you blew a ticket
All off in the 'Ville but you ain't fuck them bitches
I'm ball all Summer just to flex for Christmas
Angel wings on the doors, I gotta suplex 'em
Money don't make you fly, that's just my perspective
Run another score to expose a bluff
'Cause now a days getting a win ain't just enough
Fucked the check up last week, I got a new agenda
The last time I couldn't buy some shit, I cant remember
The last time I fucked the world, I might've bust a sinner
I bought a crib and set that bitch on top of Mount Olympus
When you living that high up, it's hard to see the tension
I'm only selling game, I'm all out of simpin'
Grip the foreign like a trophy gotta hold it steady
Fuck your party when your confetti ain't even heavy ****
Got the win, I want the record ****
What's a crown if you don't protect it ****?
What's a name if they don't respect it ****?
Naw, your confetti ain't even heavy
We all off in the club like Sincere in Belly
Can't even drink my liquor money on my ceiling
I count it like you got a check, spend it when you ready
I'm giving **** hell, pray I go to heaven
Nailing in their coffin , the cost of them being off
Ballin' since Iverson crossed ya, winners circle, my office
Fuckin' off with these wins, you fuckin' up with this loss
Wait, I forgot my seasoning, I'm glad you throwing that salt
I might just throw up a toss and holler, "Fuck it"
'Cause when your wrist game know the grip change, **** buckets
Chimp brain in the strip game hold it, bust it
Snake's calm, chop they heads off
Cobra clutchin' on a meal ticket
Mutha fuck you if you feel different
I caught a break, know the bait and you still fishin'
The genie out the bottle and you still wishing
On my down fall, 'cause you're petty
Confetti ain't even heavy ****
Got the win, I want the record ****
What's a crown if you don't protect it ****?
What's a name if they don't respect it ****?
Naw, your confetti ain't even heavy
Written by: Justin Lewis Scott