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Yella Beezy - "That's On Me" Remix (Official Music Video)
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Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Stimme und Gesang
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Stimme und Gesang
T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Stimme und Gesang
Jeezy
Jeezy
Stimme und Gesang
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Stimme und Gesang
Trapboy Freddy
Trapboy Freddy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter:in
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter:in
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter:in
Torrence Hatch
Torrence Hatch
Songwriter:in
Darius Roberts
Darius Roberts
Komponist:in
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter:in
Lemarcus Wright
Lemarcus Wright
Songwriter:in
Devarius Moore
Devarius Moore
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
ShunonDaBeat
ShunonDaBeat
Produzent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jeff Mount
Jeff Mount
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Get, get, get, get
That's on me, baby
Get, get, get, get
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you can snooze if you wanna
But not on me, baby
And nah, I ain't takin' no losses
Yeah, I got heat, baby
No, I don't know nothin' 'bout dozin'
No, I don't sleep, baby, nah
You **** ain't gassin' me, ****
Yeah, I'm on E, baby (2 Chainz)
[Verse 3]
I hire the strippers, Pitino
Mixin' VLONE with Valentino
I wore a pinky ring just for the vino
I keep it G like it's ten C-notes
I take the beat just like I'm Deebo
I shoot my shot like a free throw
Opportunity was knockin' at your door
But **** was blockin' the keyhole
One and a half on a weddin' (Weddin')
I bet she never forget it (Never)
I bet you **** is deadly (Deadly)
Turn your dreadlocks to spaghetti (Fire)
I got my **** on call (Hello?)
You got some **** on stall (Whoa)
Pay no attention to y'all
Got too much cushion to fall
Richard Muir, yeah, that's on me baby
That bitch cost one-fifty (How many you got?)
And I bought three, baby (Damn)
You know what's goin' on?
Stop testin' me, baby
I'm the big dog
You need to flee, baby
[Verse 4]
Yella Beezy my dog
See all this shit I got on
With a splash of expensive cologne
Got it all in the zone
Slurpin' till six in the mo'
Switch up a hit and a homie, she want it
Be gone for a while and be on in a moment
Don't run from me
Walk right up on the opponent
From rappin' to trappin', I'm truly the king
They still tryna see how I do everythin'
From movies to business to politics, real estate
Used to take risks with this shit on the interstate
Now I make moves to make sure my kids are straight
Hold up, let me get this straight
A giraffe shouldn't be worried 'bout the ways of a turtle
One eat from the trees and one eat from the dirt
You tough on your song but you timid in person
That shit counterfeit shouldn't get paid for your verses
[Verse 5]
(Dick be so good, make her go in her purse)
(That's how I found out people be wearing them purse)
(Now all I demand is all the desert)
(Came in this bitch and I had it my way)
(Gon' die for respect, let's get that out the way)
(Lookin' for smoke, you can have it your way)
(With patience to spare, I don't happen to play)
(And besides that, **** Dime Trap on the way, on me)
[Verse 6]
Got all designer on me, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
These **** be lyin' on me, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, ay
[Verse 7]
Racks on me, I keep them blue strip (Blue strips)
She lickin' on me like Cool Whip (What)
Left a ho, I got a new bitch (New bitch)
New Bentley on my truck shit, ooh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Might get the lam' truck too
Went and got a new chopper, finna shoot
I got a bitch jumpin' through the hoops
Got a money, rack it to the roof (Rack, rack, rack)
I got your girl, she on me (She on me)
She bad, I can't leave her lonely (No)
Why the Rollie lookin' phony? (What)
Why these **** tryna clone me (Clone me)
Drip (Drip) I keep that thing on my hip (Hip)
She bad, might need a tip (Tip)
Hunnids on me, make a flip (Flip)
Ooh, she slippin' like spring water (Spring water)
You a trick, out a bag on her (Bag on her)
I can't trip, I got cash on her (You know me, yeah)
I was broke, had no racks on me (Rack, rack, rack) ooh
Pull off like the Men in Black (Men in black)
Maybach in the back of the back (Back)
I was broke had no keep me sack
She was callin' so I might call her back
[Verse 8]
My dog fronted me a nine
I ain't never looked back (Never look back)
Seats in the Mulsanne look like cooked crack
Off-white, off-white
D&G layin' on the G
Shoes quarter ki, damn
I'm all about the alphabet
Watch cost a couple B's (Woo)
Got it from Houston
Took Atlanta straight cross state lines (State lines)
My dogs just hit me from the feds
Talked to him in FaceTime (Hello?)
(Yeah) Pussies hatin' on the G (G)
Streets waitin' on the G (G)
Bad bitch in my room
'Bout to pop that pussy Dom P (Ay)
Go hard no sleep (Sleep)
Valentine's on my feet
Real hustler
One point five on the counter next week (Damn)
That's the way I was raised
Keep it G, baby (G, baby)
G for that Givenchy
That's on me, baby
[Verse 9]
All these diamonds on me, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
Keep that iron up on me, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
[Verse 10]
These **** don't play on my corner
They got heat, baby (Got heat, baby)
They go Oak Cliff with that chopper
Dirty D, baby (Dirty D)
We on that Molly water (On that Molly)
We don't sleep, baby (We don't sleep)
I hit your daughter, I'm the father
That's on me, baby (I'm your dad)
All these diamonds on me
Gucci designer on me (Turn up)
Your baby mama on me (Turn up)
That fire up on me, try me, baby)
In that foreign, two deep (Yeah)
They snoozed on me (I'm free)
That bitch sexy if she end up pregnant
You know me, I skeet, skeet, baby
[Verse 11]
I got a whole lot of money
But I got needs, baby (Needs, baby)
So if I tell you I ain't got it
Don't be tryna count my pocket
I got a whole lot of fans
They love me, baby (They love me)
The baddest bitch up in the club for me (Facts)
And that's on me baby (That's on me)
[Verse 12]
Steady tryna stack these commas
Yella Beezy, no, didn't see this comin'
This that blue, know you see these hundreds
Ball all winter
We gon' stack in the summer
All she ever wanted was a trap-boy (Trap-boy)
I used to want to be diddy like bad boy (Bad boy)
Instead I had Glad bags on the dashboard (Dashboard)
Hood **** drippin' still tryna get a passport (Passport)
Young **** drippin' in water (Water)
You better watch where you walkin' (Walk)
I know you heard them stories (Stories)
I been the man since Carter (Carter)
Know you can snooze if you want to
And I'll be in your dream, baby (Your dream, baby)
That Glock on me, baby (Glock on me, baby)
I was sellin' rock at thirteen, baby (At thirteen, baby)
[Verse 13]
My **** on lock
Gotta send 'em some cheddar
I send 'em some pictures
I send 'em some letters
I'm stackin' this cheddar
I'm back and I'm better
I'm slicker than leather
Red bottom steppin' I'm fly as a feather
Can get you whatever any time, whenever
They diggin' this shit
Gotta buy a new shovel
I'm higher than the sky, tryna find the weather
You can snooze if you want
You gon' die if you test us
[Verse 14]
Got all designer on me, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
These **** be lyin' on me, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
All these diamonds on me, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
Keep that iron up on me, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
That's on me, baby, yeah, that's on me, baby, yeah
Written by: Clifford Harris, Darius Roberts, Devarius Moore, Dimitri Roger, Jay Jenkins, Lemarcus Wright, Markies Conway, Tauheed Epps, Torrence Hatch
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