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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Keyboards
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Keyboards
Terius Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius Gesteelde-Diamant
Background Vocals
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Background Vocals
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Keyboards
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Keyboards
Jazmine Bailey
Jazmine Bailey
Background Vocals
George Lovett
George Lovett
Background Vocals
WilliE
WilliE
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Songwriter
Aaron Booe
Aaron Booe
Songwriter
Emmanuel Nickerson
Emmanuel Nickerson
Songwriter
Enoch Rich Harris III
Enoch Rich Harris III
Songwriter
Welbon Morris Jr.
Welbon Morris Jr.
Songwriter
Myles Satterfield
Myles Satterfield
Songwriter
Julian Harris
Julian Harris
Songwriter
Markus Randle
Markus Randle
Songwriter
Eric Bellinger
Eric Bellinger
Songwriter
Jazz Cartier
Jazz Cartier
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Terius Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius Gesteelde-Diamant
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Sean
Big Sean
Producer
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Mano
Mano
Producer
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer
OG Webbie
OG Webbie
Producer
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Recording Engineer
Myles T
Myles T
Producer
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Producer
Aaron Booe
Aaron Booe
Producer
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Vocal Producer
Julian Vasquez
Julian Vasquez
Recording Engineer
Hayden Duncan
Hayden Duncan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Terius Gesteelde-Diamant
Terius Gesteelde-Diamant
Producer

Lyrics

Ooh-ooh, mm-hmm Ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, yeah You a yes-man, I'm a rich boy (throw some D's on her) I'm a breast man, I'ma skeet on her, make a mess And she gon' look up to me, I'm who she proud of I come from where it's hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas Yeah Yeah, yeah New shit might get spooky, had to bring the ways back Stupid lil' bitch wan' reminisce about some shit from way back When you slackin' on the job, that's when they try and take that Niggas really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks Why don't you get out your feelings? Middle fingers to these niggas They wanna see me turn to the villain, either way though, I'ma kill 'em When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (yes) Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh) Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh) Yes (tss), yes (huh), yes (huh) When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (huh) Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes Fuck you mean? My life real GTA And I need a payment in ETH Right now, the motherfucker ETA And I be the champ, nigga, year after year, after year Yeah, I'm goin' three-peat wave I ain't droppin' no dime, you boys cheapskates And I'm stickin' to the course, no PGA Hoes plottin' on me, that's so cliché Five-star suite, five-star general, yeah, bitch, and I'm goin' AWOL (AWOL) How the fuck a young nigga got his whole logo on a jersey and a nigga don't play ball? Stupid niggas been like "What you been on?" I said, "A fuckin' rocket, bitch, I'm 'bout to go take off" (take off) Bitch, I'ma fly my own PJ, fuck you mean? Top flight security of the world, Craig Goofy-ass highs Niggas got my name in they mouth 'cause I'm all in their girl head I stuck to the code, niggas can't decode me If they pushin' my buttons, it's code red 20-thousand bitches prayin' that we break up You that nigga, why you sleepin'? I'm him when I wake up Yeah, holy matrimony where I stack the cake up This right here the realest game I probably ever gave up When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (yes) Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh) Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh) Yes (tss), yes (huh), yes (huh) When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (huh) Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh) Yes Yeah Yes I would rather give y'all my soul, I don't have to sell it Might take a piss off your rap Mount Rushmore after I scale it Blue strips when I do hit the strip, know we fuckin' it up like Elvis No broke talk, G.O.A.T. talk Money talkin' to me, like I don't need no motherfuckin' therapist Brought it right back to the crib like it's nowhere else to go I was in North Carolina, throwin' up them pyramids with Hov Confirmation that my ancestors built pyramids, for sure Nothin' happens by coincidence, it's written in the scrolls Fuckin' wifey types like hoes I can't even put on my clothes, bitch, I gotta go Pockets so deep, it implodes Who keepin' up with the score? I don't plateau Niggas back up in that mode And I don't weigh no pros or no cons 'cause I only know pros Fuck what you sellin' me I lay the play down to run this bitch, I think they tellin' me, "No"
Writer(s): Eric A. Bellinger, Sean Anderson, Markus Alandrus Randle, Emmanuel Eugene Nickerson, Welbon Morris Jr., Julian Harris, Travis Walton, Milan Beker, Michael Mule, Isaac De Boni, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Aaron Booe, Enoch Rich Harris Iii, Terius Adamu Ya Gesteelde-diamant, Myles Satterfield, Jazz Cartier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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