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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Jay 305
Jay 305
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Jim Stewart
Jim Stewart
Keyboards
Natalie Spehar
Natalie Spehar
Cello
Nick Montopoli
Nick Montopoli
Violin
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d.a. got that dope
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
James Stewart
James Stewart
Songwriter
Jay Cummings
Jay Cummings
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
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d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

Where my real bitches at?
One hunnid
Keep that shit one hunnid
One hunnid
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')
She went from nothin' now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)
Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)
We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)
I don't know if you know how it feel to ride out in sunset watchin' the sunset
California, Los Angeles ****
What's happenin' though? (Look)
My bitch grind (My bitch grind)
My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums (I'm from the slums)
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my guns)
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months (Fuckin' months)
Told her hold my spot down, I'm on the run
I got my motherfuckin' J's on
Finna hit Arkansas
Get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fuckin' bitches like yo' misses
Flip 'em like a case of raw
Back in business flippin' digits (Yeah)
Splittin' switches with my **** (Yeah)
Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin' (Yeah)
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin'
Comin' out the county jail smell like public
Yo' momma love it
Got yo' main bitch on my side on time, ****
My bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')
She went from nothin' now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)
Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)
We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)
(Hey, hey)
Now don't it feel great
When you ridin' through the hood when you known as Bill Gates?
Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini make a home girl hate
Just a trap **** known to have a quarter mil' a day
****, proof that sellin' drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred G's, spend forty on keys
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case (What?)
Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop
Teachin' you the shit that you ain't know 'bout
On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock
Stop cuffin' that bitch like she ain't no thot
Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop?
Even if not, but the brain on fire
**** fourteen years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don't lie
Hey, still up to the same old shit
Bang on a pussy ****, they ain't no shit
Stop playin' with the pussy, you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon' get it
In public, it nothin' (It nothin')
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it how you does it
And we does it cousin
My bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')
She went from nothin' now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)
Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)
We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it, it's that
Early mornin', tap that wet-wet (Whoo)
You know a **** love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at? (Yeah)
She countin' all of that (Yeah)
Fuck all a dem ****
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter o' fact get on my lap
Put you on the map, take you out the trap (Trap)
From a condo to a larger state, got double gates
If I catch a case, would you wait on me and build me up again?
If so (If so, if so)
Yeah my **** thuggin' (Yeah)
Poppin' rubber bands, money in my hands
Double cuppin' with the Sprite, mix it with Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosin'
She said, "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch, "I'm coolin'"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
She got a million dollar body with a hunnid dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)
And my bitch she be bunkin' (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch she bunkin' (Bitch she bunkin')
She went from nothin' now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hunnids, all dat (All dat)
(All dat, all dat)
Money is money my ****, even small stacks (Yeah, yeah)
We on right now so you may have to wait my **** (Wait my ****)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great my **** (Shit feel great my ****)
Written by: Chris Brown, Clifford Harris, David Doman, James Stewart, Jay Cummings, Michael Ray Stevenson
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