Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Leadgesang
Pell
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Albert Allenback
Songwriter:in
Brian Gilmore
Songwriter:in
Brennon Donaldson
Songwriter:in
Paul Carmouche
Songwriter:in
Jared Thomas Pellerin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Albert Allenback
Produzent:in
Chad Roby
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
Working so hard that I missed grammys
Might heard that I was single but don't instagram me
Out here where it's tropic with a miss Miami
Fly back to New Orleans cause I miss my family
Know I got the juice, you could check the pantry
Gotta Trophy in my pants, gold medal she sampling
First place tell em we the champions
Like we straight up out the oven
Too hot to handle
Working so hard need a cherry color Lambo
We are not dating but she popping up commando
It's always certain rules that I follow understand tho
Before I give you options gotta end it with your man's tho
Sixty feet I never give the chance to let you get to me
As you could see I left it in the past that shit been history
Phone steady ringing Instagram say who just mention me
Your shawty post a picture
Of my face and say it's meant to be
I slide
I never give you chances I just lie and say I tried
I never see the tag on all the type of shit I buy
I know you want some love but I am not that type of guy
Roll a wood and I get high
Roll a wood and I get
Working so hard that I missed grammys
Might heard that I was single but don't instagram me
Out here where it's tropic with a miss Miami
Fly back to New Orleans cause I miss my family
Know I got the juice, you could check the pantry
Gotta Trophy in my pants, gold medal she sampling
First place tell em we the champions
Like we straight up out the oven
Too hot to handle
Hi my name is,
Pell for all the shorties thinking that a brother famous Jared to the mamas thinking that we out here dating
Only had one text conversation
Only had one drink but she wasted
Off the way we smushing faces
Hold my tongue, bih i could never
If we talking music glbl really do it better
If we talking trophies i could get a list together
Roll a Grammy in a blunt
Cause it smoke better
It's whatever
I'm on real (hold up)
I'm on real drugs
I popped two back to back but I ain't feel nothing
Mama caught a contact just off the smell of it
They know where to find me but never check for me
Check hit the bank
Watch the bank account swell
Getting neck life a giraffe
Not too rich for taco bell
They wan' put me in a box
But they gone treat it like a cell
Smoking less than what I sell
Don't double text no clientele.
Working so hard that I missed grammys
Might heard that I was single but don't instagram me
Out here where it's tropic with a miss Miami
Fly back to New Orleans cause I miss my family
Know I got the juice, you could check the pantry
Gotta Trophy in my pants, gold medal she sampling
First place tell em we the champions
Like we straight up out the oven
Too hot to handle
Hold ya tone
Let me breathe a lil bit
Couldn't get my fit off
This bitch think she look better in it
No more taking days off
I'm getting busy winning in it
Understood the program
Now everybody with the bidness
But I don't follow suits around it doesn't suit me
Rather wake up in a lobby surrounded by coochie
Or on private island can't pronounce nothing
I'm like salut voisin
Outside wit the bottles
Treat everywhere like New Orleans
Working so hard that I missed grammys
Might heard that I was single but don't instagram me
Out here where it's tropic with a miss Miami
Fly back to New Orleans cause I miss my family
Know I got the juice, you could check the pantry
Gotta Trophy in my pants, gold medal she sampling
First place tell em we the champions
Like we straight up out the oven
Too hot to handle
Written by: Albert Allenback, Brennon Donaldson, Brian Gilmore, Jared Thomas Pellerin, Paul Carmouche