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Mustard - Ghetto (feat. Young Thug & Lil Durk) [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
Composer
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Composer
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Composer
Cameron Griffin
Cameron Griffin
Composer
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Composer
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Composer
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cam Griffin
Cam Griffin
Co-Producer
Boobie
Boobie
Co-Producer
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
Additional Producer
Bainz
Bainz
Recording Engineer
jusvibes
jusvibes
Recording Engineer
Xavier Daniel
Xavier Daniel
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Mustard on the beat, ho) Kick pimpin' on a bitch like Call me fresh out of the shower when you on FaceTime Peace signs to my dogs on the nosebleed, game on You can't act like you don't know me (don't know me) On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah) Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah) And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out of the ghetto On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah) On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto No, I never settled 'cause I'm out of the ghetto (yeah, sex) Rose-gold Patek Philippe, fuck my dandruff (yeah) I just helped my partner mama beat cancer (on God) In the hood, throw a proper 'paganza ('ganza) I ditch this bitch to you, I got my bands up I've seen man's on the 'Gram with a dancer (dancer) I just had her (uh-huh), I just splashed her (splash) I just told 'em bring bands, all cash here (all cash) I had three Lamborghinis just the last year (skrrt) I get ghetto when the time come I'm a vessel to my damn son Buy a castle, I'm in the sun (whoa) Gucci slippers, I'll never run Kick pimpin' on a bitch like Call me fresh out of the shower when you on FaceTime Peace signs to my dogs on the nosebleed, game on You can't act like you don't know me (don't know me) On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah) Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah) And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out of the ghetto On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah) On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto No, I never settled 'cause I'm out of the ghetto (yeah, sex) I just paid rent for my doggy mama I heard what happened to Haiti, I sent 'em body armor Carried my brother to his grave, it had my stomach turnin' The water boys in Atlanta, I gave 'em a hundred, hundred (let's get it) You can never call me bougie, you would lose me (bougie) You said, "Fuck 'em," then love 'em, man, that shit confusin' (confusin') Pendin' cases, I tried to visit, you know they're still refusin' (yeah) Gettin' hit on as a child, my uncle used to abuse me I'm from the ghetto where you see a link, spend the rent Judge gave him nine years, we call him 50 Cent Niggas brag on lawyer money they ain't never sent I got her nine Birkin bags, she on number ten Kick pimpin' on a bitch like Call me fresh out of the shower when you on FaceTime Peace signs to my dogs on the nosebleed, game on You can't act like you don't know me (don't know me) On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah) Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah) And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out of the ghetto On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah) On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto No, I never settled 'cause I'm out of the ghetto (yeah) I just want everybody to have that same feelin' I put people on, so they can put people on I don't put 'em on for them to get money I don't put you on to, to make you a millionaire I put you on so you can put somebody else on Nigga, you gotta show somebody, you gotta teach what's taught Show somebody else how to do it If God give me enough God gave me more than enough money to take care me and my kids I got enough money to, to provide for them 'til they die Put them in college, put them through college I feel like the more I get, I feel like he's givin' it to me for a reason He's givin' it to me so, 'cause it's like, a'ight Your whole family, everybody shit took care of now, it's like Do this for him, do this for him, do this for him Some people forget it, but you know I'm one of them ones that try to stay true, man, stay pure On Monday, I'm ghetto, Tuesday, I'm ghetto (yeah) Wednesday, I'm rich and Thursday, I'm ghetto (yeah, yeah) You can take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (soul in the ghetto) And I'll never settle, 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah, yeah) On Friday, I'm ghetto, on Saturday, I'm ghetto (yeah) On Sunday, I'm blessed and back to the ghetto So take my body, but my soul in the ghetto (yeah, yeah, yeah) No, I never settled 'cause I'm out the ghetto (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Durk D. Banks, Peter Lee Johnson, Aubrey Robinson, Anthony Clemons Jr., Jeffery Lamar Williams, Cameron De Von Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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