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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
GoldLink
GoldLink
Stimme und Gesang
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Stimme und Gesang
Brent Faiyaz
Brent Faiyaz
Stimme und Gesang
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter:in
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Songwriter:in
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter:in
Christopher Brent Wood
Christopher Brent Wood
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Teddy Walton
Teddy Walton
Produzent:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Javon Gant
Javon Gant
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Ingenieurassistent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
[Verse 2]
Don't get mad in this bitch, 'Cause you too bad for this shit
How the relationship gon' last if he not havin' no chips
You need a man by you, buy you bags, have you braggin' 'n shit
You don't need no man without no plan, doin' all that naggin' 'n shit
Well it's Gucci Mane and GoldLink, and we got gold sinks
I just bought my chick a cold mink, damn what them hoes think
Brought the Lambo up to D.C. so they can see me
Got Shy Glizzy wit' me, but ain't nothin' shy about me
Spend a week with Gucci, and I boost your self-esteem
Everytime I ball, you ball, we ball, girl we a team
Dinin' with the king so you get treated like a queen
Got us shinin' like the diamonds on my necklace, watch it ring
[Verse 3]
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
[Verse 4]
Bet against a real ass **** with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch a bullet 'round-me **** and a player when
I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn
Do it for my **** in the Ghost right there
Do it for my **** in the Ghost right now
**** got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn't for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear, uh
I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
You can tell that from our peers right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said
But know I'm down
Freaky deaky show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin' on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you gushin'
Still gettin' rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it's nothing
Everywhere I go now always got shit
Bumpin', jumpin', bumpin', jumpin', yeah
[Verse 5]
Hey, nice to meet
I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got my piece in Southeast
Got her clappin' to this beat
She invite me to her crib
I walk in she see my heat
She said, "But I live in the hills"
Bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I'm a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I'm her daddy
She know a **** ain't average
Ain't nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let's make magic
I'm geekin', uh-huh I'm on it
Don't look at me like you want it
Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin'
In fourth down, we ain't puntin' it
King of District of Columbia
Can't come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle
Gorillas and anacondas
[Verse 6]
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
Written by: Christopher Wood, D'Anthony Carlos, Marquis King, Teddy Walton
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