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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Preme
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Raynford Humphrey
Komponist:in
Shane Lindstrom
Komponist:in
Kevin Gomringer
Komponist:in
Tim Gomringer
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Murda Beatz
Produzent:in
Cubeatz
Produzent:in
Prologic
Mischtechniker:in
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
David Nakaji
Ingenieurassistent:in
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I been with my **** from the go
You was flossin' all that money, where it go?
You be hustlin' on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexin' on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the ones that ain't got shit do the most
I swear the ones that ain't got shit talk the most shit
[Verse 2]
Like how you let them **** slide on you
Like how you let them **** ride on you
Yeah, your **** with you probably bailed on you
Yeah, surprised them **** didn't tell on you
Yeah, you lookin' like you got an L on you
I might go Training Day Denzel on you
Yelling, fuck these crooked cops, Sean Bell on you
These streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you
Whoa
[Verse 3]
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I been with my **** from the go
You was flossin' all that money, where it go?
You be hustlin' on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexin' on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the ones that ain't got shit do the most
I swear the ones that ain't got shit talk the most shit
[Verse 4]
The brokest **** in the building be the loudest
Oh man, these **** need a stylist
Call up Hazelton and tell her that I sent you
Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to
I call up Chubby Chub and find out what we into
She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall
And she ballin', you gonna make me put some D on you
Had to foul baby, I go referee on you
[Verse 5]
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I been with my **** from the go
You was flossin' all that money, where it go?
You be hustlin' on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexin' on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the ones that ain't got shit do the most
I swear the ones that ain't got shit talk the most shit
[Verse 6]
I call the shots and then the shots hit you
But **** know it's personal when the bucks get you
I can see it in your eyes, ain't no heart in you
Then only time you're barking is when your dogs with you
I cut a few ****, aiming, stressing
To felly Kevin, no more bitches on his guest list
Fuck the police, we got no rights, I need more ice
Disco ball, talking strobe lights, yelling, more life
Whoa
[Verse 7]
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I been with my **** from the go
You was flossin' all that money, where it go?
You be hustlin' on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexin' on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the ones that ain't got shit do the most
I swear the ones that ain't got shit talk the most shit
Written by: Kevin Gomringer, Raynford Humphrey, Shane Lindstrom, Tim Gomringer