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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.o.B
B.o.B
Lead Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Lyrics
Clarence Montgomery III
Clarence Montgomery III
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
B.o.B
B.o.B
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B.o.B
B.o.B
Executive Producer
Kory Aaron
Kory Aaron
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Richardson
Brian Richardson
Associate Producer
Doug Peterson
Doug Peterson
Associate Producer
Detail
Detail
Producer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Apply major pressure my ****
You hear me?
[Verse 2]
Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
They've got five different iPhones
Always picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
[Verse 3]
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
We just get ready
[Verse 4]
It's Ray Bands and Freebandz, we getting money
While you're hating, we're somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians G5'in, and with my posse
It's outrageous, on that good Jamaican
[Verse 5]
That's right I'm too faded, you're two shaded
I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence I'm exuberayting
I'm finna smash like two potatoes
[Verse 6]
I don't give a fuck, not even two maybes
I tun up on **** like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily
That's my swag, you should pay me
[Verse 7]
Ain't that the truth?
This my whip, ain't that the coupe?
Hustle Gang ain't that the squad?
Bitch, act like you've got a clue
While they out here catching feelings
I'mma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major, ooh
[Verse 8]
Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
They've got five different iPhone's
Always picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
[Verse 9]
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
We just get ready
[Verse 10]
Anything they wanna do, hell yeah I'm ready for it
Sexy bitch, just throw that back, hell yeah she's ready for it
They thought that the boy was stool
Now my shit, they're checkin' for it
And your girl, she's addicted to it
I think that hoe needs Betty Ford
[Verse 11]
All I heard was that boys's pop
All I heard was that boys's not
Top 5 on any list, but I've moved up by five slots
I'm passed one, high as fuck
I don't see **** until I look down
I've just turned my crib in to the hookah spot
You are now welcomed to the kush lounge
[Verse 12]
So miss me with that fuckery
Girl, come here with that suckery
Ham Squad, Hustle Gang, that's that Underground Luxury
I don't mess with them fake types
I'd ban them all, if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still she'd never get a buck from me
[Verse 13]
Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
They've got five different iPhones
Always picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
[Verse 14]
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy ****
We just get ready
Written by: Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr, Clarence Montgomery III, Nayvadius Wilburn, Noel Fisher, Rasool diaz
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