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Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - E.B.I.T.D.A. (Official Lyric Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clipse
Clipse
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Malice
Malice
Vocals
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Programming
Voices of Fire
Voices of Fire
Choir
Bishop Ezekiel Williams
Bishop Ezekiel Williams
Choir Director
Larry George
Larry George
Choir Director
Jazmine Canales
Jazmine Canales
Alto
Trenise Holloman
Trenise Holloman
Alto
Maria Rosado
Maria Rosado
Alto
Colette Williams
Colette Williams
Alto
Megan Buhmann
Megan Buhmann
Soprano
T. Alexandria Gray
T. Alexandria Gray
Soprano
Lauren Hendrick
Lauren Hendrick
Soprano
Alrenzo Albritton
Alrenzo Albritton
Tenor
Jahzeel Mumford
Jahzeel Mumford
Tenor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Gene Thornton
Gene Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Rob Ulsh
Rob Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Jim Parroco
Jim Parroco
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Madigan
Kevin Madigan
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I mean the ears like vitamin C
I mean yellow, like bright as a bee
I mean the sun, like bright as can be
F80 knot, you tie it to me
Just to get from A to B, and ain't drive it to see
The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades off
God bless Takeoff
I said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes off
And it ain't electric, so it's way off
[Verse 2]
Send it back
Sending for the Gordo pies
Picked up the Turo and drive
Straight up the 405
The way that the borders designed
I'm feeling like the lord of the skies
Arms like 2:45
Hit 'em, make sure that he dies
That text, won't never reply
The Feds came and collected my guys
The rain pours, and I'm hearing it cries
[Chorus]
Went from heaters up to fevers up
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.
If you let the money talk, who speaking up?
I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain't seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
The scale don't lie, you ain't even us
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Shorty want me hit her like an archer
But I'm not desperate, so I starve her
How we fit 30 studs in the collar?
Open the sunroof, wave to my father
Remembering the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor
Something for the face-numbers and the nodders
Grew up playing real-life Contra
"Never give up," that's the mantra
[Verse 4]
Lifting all this weight, now I live behind the gate
Should DJ the way they digging through the crates
You **** busting bricks on a plate
I need more space to make paste
The wrap houses running out of tape
The drug money busting out the safes
Scammers running in and out of Chase
Bottle service running out of Ace
[Chorus]
Went from heaters up to fevers up
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A.
If you let the money talk, who speaking up?
I'm sleepwalking, y'all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain't seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
The scale don't lie, you ain't even us
Written by: Gene Thornton, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton

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