Listen to Retribution (feat. Kehlani) by Pusha T

Retribution (feat. Kehlani)

Pusha T

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Kehlani
Kehlani
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Composer
Rico Love
Rico Love
Songwriter
Bobby Barrett
Bobby Barrett
Songwriter
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Chris Godbey
Chris Godbey
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Deafh Beats
Deafh Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Now that you're focused I'm glad that you noticed The realest nigga here It's kinda chilly being the coldest Me and Timbo in that two-door Making our "Otis" Now witness the chosen It's just different here Monte Carlo nights, let her throw the dice Play in paradise All I know is white Get the powder gone Bitches love to shop, levitate the mall Mattress full of money, let it break the fall Woo! She used to fly on a buddy pass They say when the money go You hope that your honey last I been preaching since money, cash, hoes And I promise, I hardly see you From where I am, it's so hard to see you Got money, I've been different ever since Maybe it's me and my arrogance Who are you? Who are you anyway? Who are you? Who are you anyway? Who are you? We don't know you Who are you? We don't know you I'm the fire and the base I'm admired by the greats This to each and every rap nigga I look you liars in the face Cold case, Rolls Wraith Big dipper, constellation in the ceiling, see the stars See the jewelry, all rock, no guitar, ooh Who you know better with the raw? Bogota, she like finessing niggas She gets a Range Rover Sport And got seats on the court from the best of niggas I never bit at that apple I never lost my El Chapo I can still grab it, and bag it and capsule Covered in white like I walked in the chapel I'm that cold And I promise, I hardly see you From where I am, it's so hard to see you Got money, I've been different ever since Maybe it's me and my arrogance Who are you? Who are you anyway? Who are you? Who are you anyway? Who are you? We don't know you Who are you? We don't know you The last dope dealer Red leather in a room full of Thrillers The mamis, they zombies Chase a nigga for the money, they behind me Woo! Safe look like it got a printer Ain't no rappers in that Sprinter Ain't no saints, only sinners What bitch ain't fucked a winner? I'm a blue ribbon nigga Talk down on you two pigeon niggas Front five or better Yeah, I got a mountain of it, you could climb forever
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Bobby Lamar Barrett, Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Jetmir Salii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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