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I Be Puttin' On (feat. Wiz Khalifa, French Montana & Roscoe Dash)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Wale
Wale
Stimme und Gesang
French Montana
French Montana
Stimme und Gesang
Roscoe Dash
Roscoe Dash
Stimme und Gesang
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brett Kruger
Brett Kruger
Songwriter:in
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter:in
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter:in
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter:in
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter:in
Jeffrey Lee Johnson
Jeffrey Lee Johnson
Songwriter:in
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
John Rivers
John Rivers
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Roscoe Dash
Roscoe Dash
Produzent:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
The Maven Boys
The Maven Boys
Produzent:in
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Produzent:in
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
This what we do e'ry day
[Verse 2]
We poppin' bottles of the pink shit and take 'em to the dome
We ain't never on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
Every day we partyin' till early in the morn
Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
[Verse 3]
I know you see me
Yeah, I, yeah I
Yeah, I be puttin' on
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I be puttin' on, there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Stop and pose for the picture
Yeah, I be puttin' on
[Verse 4]
Yeah, Double M Genius,Ā big's out
Work, I know you see me with your lookin' ass (Go)
What the fuck you lookin' at?
This is MMG and we don't speak to all you fuckin' crabs
Got a bunch of cash, but money is under fam
I'd rather be over prepared than slip in here understaffed
Do you understand I'm down to ride for my ****?
This is Double M, you can't fuck with them
Unless you're certified to ride with us
Keep the broads far up out my business
And my mind followin' the digits
And I ain't trippin' off of potential
That's another word for ain't did shit
Work and I put D.C. on, we ain't been this high since the E.R.
See, y'all **** be some peons, talkin' 'bout y'all be gone
(Bottles of the pink and take 'em to the dome)
Whole time **** wouldn't swing, playin' tee-ball
(Never on that weak shit, all we blow is strong)
[Verse 5]
We poppin' bottles of the pink shit and take 'em to the dome
We ain't never on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
Every day we partyin' till early in the morn
Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
[Verse 6]
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I know you see me
I know you see exactly what the fuck a **** like me doin', man
Yeah, I, yeah I
Yeah, I be puttin' on
(Go, go, go, go, go) Uh
I be puttin' on, there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me
It's hard not to see that shit, man
Stop and pose for the picture
Yeah, I be puttin' on
[Verse 7]
Clear the motherfuckin' smoke
It's loud enough, uh
Hunnid thousands, hunnid thousands, I be throwin' hunnid thousands
I know why they trustin' me 'cause I got all these funds around 'em
My fan base consist of **** with drugs around 'em
Educated sisters to bitches dancin' with ones around 'em
I know you think all we do is have fun around here
But I'm from a city where young **** carry guns
Don't single out any corner, it's poppin' on every one
They talkin' 'bout what they gon' do, it's probably already done
I'm runnin' through cake, runnin' through states
Take your one to the face, every one or two case
Just bought a new crib that's a wonderful space
Ask me how I feel I got it, so my ****
[Verse 8]
We poppin' bottles of the pink shit and take 'em to the dome
(Uh) (Self Made)
We ain't never on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
Every day we partyin' till early in the morn
(Roscoe, what up?)
Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
(Rozay, we're out there growin')
[Verse 9]
I know you see me (I know you see me)
Yeah, I, yeah I
Yeah, I be puttin' on
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I be puttin' on, there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me (I know you see me)
Stop and pose for the picture
Yeah, I be puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
Heh, heh, ay, ay, ah, ah, ah
[Verse 10]
I be cooler than a mothafucka
Wanna hit the fan, sellin' work on the internet, call it Instagram
And you know I do it for my city, know I'm puttin' on
Hunnid racks on his clothes, a **** puttin' on
Self mad, self paid, forty on my belt waist
Hunnid round lobster feast, get a shell face
I be twisted off of molly, though, chopped bricks, karate, though
Closet, two floors, safari, though
Brown bag, paper tag, **** can't pay for swag
Know we love the game, but we hate to brag, Montana
Me and Rozay twisted on a boat
Watchin' all you fuckin' **** choke, Coke Boy
[Verse 11]
We poppin' bottles of the pink shit and take 'em to the dome
We ain't never on that weak shit, all we blow is strong
Every day we partyin' till early in the morn
Put that shit on Instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
[Verse 12]
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I know you see me
Yeah, I, yeah I
Yeah, I be puttin' on
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I be puttin' on, there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Stop and pose for the picture
Yeah, I be puttin' on
(Go)
Written by: Brett Kruger, Cameron Thomaz, Jeffrey Johnson, Karim Kharbouch, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Olubowale Akintimehin, William Roberts, Zale Epstein
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