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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
Jacquees
Vocals
Earth, Wind & Fire
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Maurice White
Songwriter
Albert McKay
Songwriter
Allee Willis
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
****, have you ever dreamed?
I was the man and you a thing
One and two anytime I get mad
I can't get mad at you
[Verse 2]
God damn, who the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats run out the house?
Houston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch
Hun I'm playing, I wanna bank call shots like a spouse
We roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy all
Suck it till you're throwing up, my Phantom grey no hound
I lost near no bucks, still waiting on the Bentley truck
Stop playing looking bitty boy, you're a duck
He ain't YSL ****, he ain't in the hut
I might stop by and let that little bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus
Little ****, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
I'm making your old lady shake
She sucking too slow, I'm impatient
My diamonds so wet like they basin'
Don't know where to go, I'm amazing
[Verse 3]
What's amazing? I don't know
What's amazing? I don't know
What's amazing? I don't know
What's amazing?
I might accept your apology
I mean you throw Ls up if you ain't following
I am a beast, your life I will be swallowing
And I've been drinking, I need to bottle this
[Verse 4]
Man I'm so tired of these **** man
I am so tired of these bitches
I'm so magnificent, studio working
I'm wearing a top like I'm pimping
Your bitch want my milk, I'm sitting at the top looking at these wimps
These hoes just roll me a blunt, and you know that they stuffy they cannot be imps
I never had Cutlass and Donald shop bassed up
And bassed out my trunk, I might fuck that little bitch in the morning
I might put her out and call Tyrone, Snoop Dogg
I might go ahead and bone, I'm big balling bitch put me inside the dome
I'm wearing Maison Margiela, I'm wearing Maison Margiela
I'm wearing Maison Margiela, I'm wearing Maison Margiela
Take some sand to the beach
Party with a couple foreign freaks
Kim K looking ho, Yeezy Florida living ****, poke at beats
[Verse 5]
Yeah and I'ma ride this bitch tonight
And I just might ride this bitch tonight
Poke it bae, where you at baby?
Poke it bae, where you at baby?
[Verse 6]
Brown sugar on that bitch, pull up with a ho and she know I'm ready too
Bust her, pay her, leave her, fuck her, I don't wait up, hold up
Let me check my mail, he broke, he serving his squad with a scale
I make it rain, I hope all is well, I pull off deep like what in the hell
Ho give on my **** some bails, wait I'ma lay down for a tail
Pull up in old school Chevelles, I don't save pictures they might get revealed
How many times have I asked are you well?
How many times have I popped a Perc pill?
How many homies at home on the bail?
How many times had I told you, you shell?
How many meals have I ate until I burp?
Dropping the top on the Mulsanne no hard top on verts
Hey I worked so hard to get out that dirt
Hey I was sticking that dick down at work
Written by: Al McKay, Albert McCay, Allee Willis, Alta Willis, Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax, Jeffery Williams, Maurice White, Wesley Glass