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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
steven giron
steven giron
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Rafe Nelson
Rafe Nelson
Songwriter
Juan Alvarado
Juan Alvarado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
venny
venny
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
33empathy
33empathy
Producer
Primo
Primo
Producer
rafeprod
rafeprod
Producer

Lyrics

(Whoo) fuck what you heard of me, yeah (whoo) Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, ha (huh) I know that you heard of me, yeah (ha) No, huh, I can't fuck with you (whoo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) No, huh, I can't rock with you No (whoo), no (no), I can't talk to you Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me Yeah (whoo), huh (no), geeked up like a God Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall Bands on the call (whoo), Benz on the car (whoo-ooh-ooh) Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (whoo-ooh-ooh) You like all these lights, you say diamond's an art Yeah, why you talk 'bout them? Why you talk 'bout me? Why the fuck you speak? Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you need me Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it Geeked up every day, I just repeat it Know you don't mind me, yeah, you just like me You like money (yeah), you just like me Whoo, fuck what you heard of me, yeah (whoo) Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, ha (huh) I know that you heard of me, yeah (ha) No, huh, I can't fuck with you (whoo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) No, huh, I can't rock with you No (whoo), no (no), I can't talk to you Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me Yeah (whoo), huh (no), geeked up like a God Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall Bands on the call (whoo), Benz on the car (whoo-ooh-ooh) Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (whoo-ooh-ooh) You like all these lights, you say diamond's an art Yeah, why you talk 'bout them? Why you talk 'bout me? Why the fuck you speak? Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that? Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Steven Giron, Noah Smith, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson, Juan Carlos Alvarado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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