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Cordae - Pray (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Alex Vaughn
Alex Vaughn
Background Vocals
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
Tyrone "Ty Dolla $ign" Griffin, Jr.
Tyrone "Ty Dolla $ign" Griffin, Jr.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camper
Camper
Songwriter
Charles Fox
Charles Fox
Songwriter
Christian Dotson
Christian Dotson
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Darian Joshua Garcia
Darian Joshua Garcia
Songwriter
Norman Gimbel
Norman Gimbel
Songwriter
Tyrone "Ty Dolla $ign" Griffin, Jr.
Tyrone "Ty Dolla $ign" Griffin, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Camper
Camper
Producer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer
Mesa D
Mesa D
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

When the money goes Will you stick around? I might never know I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows Even with the pain, never sell my soul (yeah) When the money's gone You can see the snakes when the grass low All eyes peeled on that back door Woah, we might never know What goes up must come down 'Til we come back around Will my feet touch the ground? Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know What goes up, comes down, ask around 'Til the fat lady sings, that's the sound Everything fake, but her soul natural We used to get high, but you high fashion now I see your new nigga think he high profile A ball player, but the way you did me so foul But I still get giddy inside from your smile Maybe you can fuck with a nigga, it's been a while And I can still see that ass from a mile away To be specific, I'd hit it in the Palisades Savin' up all the funds I used to allocate Then I'd send the Cash App to make you celebrate And I can still see that ass from a mile away I can still see that ass from a mile away Hate the way your sister act, oh, happy day Birdman hand rub, let you fly away Whoa, when the money goes Will you stick around? I might never know I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows Even with the pain, never sell my soul Whoa (yeah), when the money's gone You can see the snakes when the grass low All eyes peeled on that back door Whoa, we might never know What goes up must come down 'Til we come back around Will my feet touch the ground? Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) (yeah, ay) Pray we never know (yeah) I pray you never find out the shit I did to ya I pray that you know I'm always here for ya I dry your tears for ya, private Lears for ya Put a smile on your face, new veneers for ya Sold my catalog to take care of the kids for ya I only gave you real love, now you want real lawyers Guess my only real fault is that I'm real loyal Built you a real house on this real soil Started off so good, now we on bad terms All the money we wasted and all the cash burned Don't worry, my problems none of your concern Grandma used to always tell me that you live and learn And I can still see that ass from a mile away I can still see that ass from a mile away Hate the way your sister act, oh, happy day Birdman hand rub, let you fly away When the money goes Will you stick around? I might never know I be gettin' high, dealin' with the lows Even with the pain, never sell my soul Whoa, when the money's gone You can see the snakes when the grass low All eyes peeled on that back door Whoa, we might never know What goes up must come down 'Til we come back around Will my feet touch the ground? Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know (oh-oh) Pray we never know
Writer(s): Christopher Dotson, Christian Ward, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Darhyl Jr. Camper, Darian Garcia, Charles Fox, Norman Gimbel, Dunston Cordae Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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