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Rich Amiri - SAME OLD ME (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Noah Mejia
Noah Mejia
Songwriter
Othello Houston
Othello Houston
Songwriter
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Songwriter
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
Spencer Mott
Spencer Mott
Songwriter
steven giron
steven giron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Amiri
Rich Amiri
Producer
Noah Mejia
Noah Mejia
Producer
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Producer
Luis Flores
Luis Flores
Engineer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Matt Cohn
Matt Cohn
Producer
Otxhello
Otxhello
Producer
Radiate
Radiate
Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
venny
venny
Producer
Primo Pepper
Primo Pepper
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Think it's sweet up over here, you'll be a goner
I ain't goin' for nothin', boy, you got the wrong one
Swerve the 'Rari Portofino like Daytona
If she wanna leave, I let her leave, I don't own her
Starstruck, havin' lucid dreams off the red
I did what I had to, I ain't got no regrets
I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead
I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead
[Verse 1]
Thousand-dollar shoes, I ripped the soles off performin'
Did a song with rapper, but she only play my chorus
Ballin' hard, ball like John Wall, straight scorin'
Ridin' 'round with Hellcat 308s and they loaded, okay
Okay, okay, yeah
Oh, you gettin' money now? Okay, okay, yeah
You gon' get up with me? Yeah, okay, okay
Please don't tweak around the members 'cause them boys don't play
Shawty want me pay the price for that lil' pussy, no thanks
I'm high as hell, can't see, my vision crooked, oh man
I call her "Number Three," I ain't gon' give her no name
I'm goin' for the win, I been on fire, propane
Every day, booted off the drugs
Havin' bread, 'member havin' crumbs, yeah
Shawty worth the stress and then some
She got me daydreamin' 'bout the way she work her tongue, yeah
Hustle 'cause the work is never done
I won't take a break, I wake up way before the sun, yeah
You'll probably take her to Milan
I got shawty naked, I ain't take her out to lunch, yeah
Okay, yeah, okay, okay, yeah
She said she don't do this often, yeah, okay
Thirty milli' back to back to back, I'm okay
I'm lyin', I done lost my mind, I forgot my name
[Chorus]
Think it's sweet up over here, you'll be a goner
I ain't goin' for nothin', boy, you got the wrong one
Swerve the 'Rari Portofino like Daytona
If she wanna leave, I let her leave, I don't own her
Starstruck, havin' lucid dreams off the red
I did what I had to, I ain't got no regrets
I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead
I don't wanna link up with lil' baby, that's dead
Written by: Elijah Policard, Javier Mercado, Kevin Parker, Matthew S. Cohn, Noah Mejia, Othello Houston, Primo Pepper, Rich Amiri, Rio Leyva, Spencer Mott, steven giron
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