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Future - AYE SAY GANG (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Che Pope
Che Pope
Songwriter
Sean Seaton
Sean Seaton
Songwriter
Lucas Depante
Lucas Depante
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
CHE' FUEGO 3000
CHE' FUEGO 3000
Producer
Neenyo
Neenyo
Producer
Juke Wong
Juke Wong
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
James Dunn
James Dunn
Assistant Engineer
Dylan Spence
Dylan Spence
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Kai Sato
Kai Sato
Assistant Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demetrius Lewis II
Demetrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto, yeah, Pluto, yeah (Yeah)
Pluto, yeah (Aye, say gang)
[Chorus]
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (Aye, say gang)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (Aye, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit (Aye, say gang)
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (Aye, say gang)
Shorty wants it down in her lungs, chew a **** up like gum (What up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so high, I couldn't feel when I cum (Aye, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread came from the blocks servin' crumbs (Yeah)
Seven dollars pull up in the slum gotta motivate a young **** doin' numbers (Aye, say gang)
[Verse 1]
Youngin put a switch on a gun, head off, sound like a bomb (Brrt)
Slime a bitch out, of course, promise I ain't never gon' turn on my brother (Aye, say gang)
Everything goes, ain't gotta snipe no hoes (Yeah, yeah)
Went through the lows, now I'm 'bout to go and cop 'em both (Aye, say gang)
Cooking out the Pyrex, young **** sippin' on Hi-Tech
Fly like a pilot, custom-made Louis, all ostrich (Aye, say gang)
Went and got a gaffer, ain't have to sell my masters
Riding with a smacker, turn your little kid to a bastard (What it do?)
Whole lot of cash, yeah, it barely can fit in the bag (Yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah, count up so fast they crash (Aye)
I got these suicide bombers, they ready to smash (Suicide)
Wipe a **** nostril, wasn't nothing but an imposter (Yeah)
Top Don Dada, so I got a bad bitch roster (Yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody 'round me poured up
The drink got no cut, fuck around, a **** might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through the bitch got bowls out (Yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one, we roll out
The one you don't know about, she so bad she don't need no clout
[Chorus]
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (Hold on)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (Aye, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (Aye, say gang)
Shorty wants it down in her lungs, chew a **** up like gum (What up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so high, couldn't feel when I cum (Aye, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, aye, came from the block servin' crumbs (Yeah)
Seven dollars pull up in the slum, that'll motivate 'em, young **** doin' numbers (Aye, say gang)
[Verse 2]
Walk outside the bank, look like a robbery now (Aye, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm bout to drank five thou' (Aye, say)
Million-dollar whips and then some public housing (Aye, say)
I can change the flow up, I got different styles (Aye, say gang)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (Aye, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow me down (Aye, say)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (Aye, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm bout to drank five thou' (Aye, say gang)
[Outro]
You don't feel what I feel for me
Runs dry, baby
My love runs dry, baby
See me, I stay light lately
Written by: Apollo Renegade, Che Pope, Jay Cooper, Lucas Depante, Nayvadius Wilburn, Sean Seaton, Wesley Glass
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