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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jim Jones
Stimme und Gesang
Cam’ron
Stimme und Gesang
Juelz Santana
Stimme und Gesang
Max B
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cameron Giles
Songwriter:in
Charly Wingate
Songwriter:in
Jim Jones
Songwriter:in
LaRon James
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Arnold Mischkulnig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Cliff Cultreri
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Eric Jensen
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jim Jones
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Ryan West
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Bird Gang club banger
Tryna holler at you, shorty
One focus, one focus only
Tryna hit that thang, let's go
[Verse 2]
We make hits in the studio nightly
We out tryna get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet planes
The climate's where it's sunny
[Verse 3]
We got mami on the dance floor
Grinding to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feeling to play
I'm tryna pin the tail on the donkey
[Verse 4]
It goes yes, yes, yo
And fresh to death baller
You can play hard, under pressure I'm stoned
We playing tight D, I'm in the paint like a G
And some say they gangstas but they ain't like me
[Verse 5]
I came from an environment, cane I was fine in
Then hit the dealers, see the Range I was buying it
We don't test drive, buy the whole whip like you should
Chefin' up pies, a whole grip that you should
[Verse 6]
Then take the proceeds, waste about four Gs
On bottles in the club, tryna get the ho to skeez
I'm tryna get the dame to breeze
But she putting up a fight like Layla Ali
[Verse 7]
I told the lady I'll be, doing the turnpike, 80 in the fly V
Middle name 40 on the wrist
Last name, you can't afford me, bitch
Get a camcorder, bitch
[Verse 8]
We make hits in the studio nightly
We out tryna get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet planes
The climate's where it's sunny
[Verse 9]
We got mami on the dance floor
Grinding to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we finnin' to play
I'm tryna pin the tail on the donkey
[Verse 10]
Cases of purée, rosé
Look like Picasso painted on the bottles
We throwing money, we looking like Lottos
I could cover chicks with cheese like nachos
[Verse 11]
Fly out the cove, land in the heat where
New York to Miami Beach
Bitch, I made the life of a hood star
Rock star without the guitar
Got 'em all rubbing they push-bra
[Verse 12]
Got 'em all shaking they tush like
I'ma give 'em a taste of the good life
But I give 'em a taste of the good liquor
A taste of the good bud
Next thing you know she'll be tasting my good, uh
[Verse 13]
I get money, be quiet
You talking to the jolly green giant
I see, I like it, I buy it
Baby, I'm flyer than the pilot
Flying at his highest, climb it
[Verse 14]
We make hits in the studio nightly
We out tryna get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet planes
To climates where it's sunny
[Verse 15]
We got mami on the dance floor
Grinding to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feeling to play
I'm tryna pin the tail on the donkey
[Verse 16]
Where are my homies?
Up to no good
Where are my homies?
Yup, I'm so hood
What up, pimping, pimping?
I'm exempt already
See my hoes are like my plates, temporary
[Verse 17]
Act nil, you beat it
Move more strategic
The marbles, man, yup, the floors are heated
Cam half pound a quart a kid, better ask 'round
I'm sorta needing MAC rounds
Or to see it
[Verse 18]
In the 90s, Z3s, BBs
Now in the crib TVs watch TVs
Killing, killing, mo' killing, and then a kitty purrs
Fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs
[Verse 19]
Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to mack
We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know, back to back
Maserati's back to back, come ride with me
On eleven hundred, not the pipe, two five fifties
[Verse 20]
We make hits in the studio nightly
We out tryna get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet planes
To climates where it's sunny
[Verse 21]
We got mami on the dance floor
Grinding to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we finnin' to play
I'm tryna pin the tail on the donkey
Written by: L. James