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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Vocals
No Malice
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Rennard East
Songwriter
Gene Thornton
Songwriter
Pranam "Chin" Injeti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Executive Producer
DJ Khalil for DJ Khalil Productions, LLC
Producer
Chin Injeti
Producer
Daniel Betancourth
Recording Engineer
Jason Schweitzer
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Till the casket drops
Third time's a charm, right?
Ha-ha
Come on!
[Verse 2]
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable you see my warning, gives you big chills
The flow running on Big's heels
My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm, baby
After two classics, another stripe up on my arm, baby
It's a blessing to blow a hunnid thou' in a recession
With no second guessing
[Verse 3]
Ha-ha, we're balling, drop tops we're flooring
Champagne we're pouring
Re-up is that gang and I'm all in
To the powder and the flame, I have falling
Get money, blow money is my calling
Yeah, watch a **** burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, push
[Verse 4]
They whispering about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money? We ain't even finish counting
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
[Verse 5]
Aye, yo, I'm sitting on top of that
It's more than a feeling, ain't it?
I be killing, damn it, I'm illin', I'm illin', aye, aye, aye
Meet Mr. Popular
Go get your binoculars
And see penthouse three, where a **** be
Spitting fire on the PJ in my PJs
Fire marshal said I took it to the max like TJ
Yeah, people I said Marshall's we play
I guess I'm like the Black Marshal meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator soufflé, had it made
Special Ed got head from a girl in Special Ed
Your know the pretty ones in that dumb class
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast?
Turn around, gimme pound like we folks
Hell no, I went raw dog three strokes
[Verse 6]
They whispering about us
I know you hates doubt us
How you count our money? We ain't even finish counting
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
[Verse 7]
Lights, cameras, action
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hopping the ring, **** you cash in
It's like stopping a train
****, think he's stopping my reign
Talk slick while dropping my name?
I'm putting y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand
Fifty percent splits, I X out the middle man
[Verse 8]
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing
The C4S with the rims protruding
The roof vamoose, like a magic show
Got me looking to the heavens like a javelin throw
Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe
But just as you reap, so shall you sew
[Verse 9]
They whispering about us
I know you hates doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish counting
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda a big deal
Written by: Gene Thornton, Kanye West, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, P. Injeti, Rennard East, Terrence Thornton