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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
John Earl Julian
John Earl Julian
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Cardo
Producer
Johnny Juliano
Johnny Juliano
Producer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
Ryan Thomas
Ryan Thomas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jordan Lindsey
Jordan Lindsey
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home
Writer(s): Jay W. Jenkins, John Earl Julian, Brock F. Korsan, Ronald N. La Tour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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