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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larry June
Larry June
Vocals
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Larry Eugene Hendricks
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Alan Daniel Maman
Alan Daniel Maman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larry June
Larry June
Recording Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Todd Cooper
Todd Cooper
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, aye
Shit, uh
Damn, yeah
Alright
[Verse 1]
Mindin' my business, drinkin' water
Doin' crunches, gettin' paid for discussions
Over Alchemist production, use a Rolls-Royce for seduction
Wear a Rollie when I'm fuckin'
You need to put a condom on, 'cause you may not be that lucky
They got deadbeat moms now
Deadbeat moms now
Nobody knows where her nose goes when the sun down
Caught him walkin' to his car, gave his ass the rundown
Gettin' high on the jet, tryna calm down
[Verse 2]
Uh, I hop out clean, rare like a Mona Lisa
Did the 'Rari two times, five hundred a piece
Yeah
I jump rope in the mornin', then make a dub at least (Uh)
And this water that I'm sippin' from a private spring (Spring)
Come from them projects, but did a lot of things
Where them kilos came through and swallowed your dreams (Dreams)
**** beefin' over hoes, man, that's out of pocket
I'm in the tropics, lightin' up somethin' with Cartier lighters
[Verse 3]
Smokin' and drivin' while I'm ridin' in a Lambo'
Tryna dodge all the scandals like the potholes in Atlanta
Pour some codeine in the Fanta, drinkin' codeine in my Phantom
Got Hermès on my bandana, came with three hoes like I'm Santa, yes
Made her throw it back like Mitchell & Ness
Hustle plus passion equals success
Soon as I walk in, I kiss on the flesh
You ain't even gotta tell me, I know I'm blessed
[Verse 4]
I put my team in position to win
Had to cut off all my hoes and just focus on yen
If I can make a few of 'em, then I can do it again
This pinky ring cost a dollar, I be cattin' for real
I got so much, I ain't gon' talk 'bout that
She just handle shit for me, but we don't talk like that
I put the bitch on payroll, then write it off on my tax
Then jump in my Maybach, then head back to the palace
What's happenin'? Uh
[Verse 5]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Man, uh
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
[Outro]
Everybody wants to know where I've been
Good job, numbers
How much life experience, real pain and heartache
Is necessary to be a genuine blues man?
Or can you be a happy person
And still call upon something
That delivers the goods in blues?
Written by: Alan Daniel Maman, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Tauheed Epps
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