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Jeezy - Already Rich Feat. CeeLo Green (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Performer
Gumbi Ortiz
Gumbi Ortiz
Percussion
Liz Cates
Liz Cates
Flute
Tyler Cates
Tyler Cates
Guitar
Alex Page
Alex Page
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Composer
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Composer
Adam Pigott
Adam Pigott
Composer
Priscilla Renea Hamilton
Priscilla Renea Hamilton
Composer
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Composer
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
blaqnmild
blaqnmild
Producer
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Co-Producer
JOHN SCOTT
JOHN SCOTT
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Adam Pigott
Adam Pigott
Producer

Lyrics

104 You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you You got all the riches baby, don't be surprised (It's yours nigga) Got millions in your heart (Gold in your head, gold in your head) Who gives a fuck if you blow the curls since I got it out the mud And you're really out here layin' it down just like a rug Nigga manifestin' these millions, I'm still a thug Steady buying, selling these buildings, I'm still the plug Just get out, once you put in, that's all I'm sayin' Pac-Man, ain't no arcade, that's how they playing You're already rich that a bitch, it's in your mind This shit is like a scavenger hunt, you gotta find it Street life, you kill what you eat, watch where you sleep Your financial status can change in 'bout a week Been through it, highs and lows, squares and O's Even had a two door Regal, hammers and bolts Ain't no standing room now, ain't no reservation First come, first served, nigga, what's the hesitation? This ain't the fab life, this is the real life, nigga When it's all said and done, what's you feel like, nigga? You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you You got all the riches baby, don't be surprised (It's yours nigga) You got millions in your heart They ain't gon' give you shit, my nigga, so don't ask Keep waitin' on handouts, nigga, you won't last Still hungry motherfucker, my stomach touching my back My grind is my weapon, I'm gon' kill 'em with that Can't call my life crazy 'cause that shit was insane They done killed the lil' nigga for nothing, that's in vain You don't understand my struggles, pure pain You wouldn't understand my hustle, it's pure game Nigga if you want it, you get it, it's non-negotiable Ain't no sense in coming to practice, it's un-coachable Anti-social, my nigga, stressed, perhaps Yeah zero times for the bullshit Must've took most of my life, whatever's left of it All I ask, please let me die with some integrity Them fake niggas wanna call you fake The rap niggas scared to say you're great You've got mansions, homie, and diamonds too Maybe that's the reason that she's digging you You got all the riches baby, don't be surprised (It's yours nigga) Got millions in your heart So close, I know you can feel it (Millions, millions) It's right there, nigga, you won't let them tell you what you can't do Or you go show 'em what you can (Millions, millions) That's all I'm saying, nigga (Millions, millions) Already, rich than a bitch, it's in your mind Shit's like a scavenger hunt, you just gotta find it, nigga It's in your eyes, I see it though, 104
Writer(s): Priscilla Renea Hamilton, Kevin Crowe, Erik Ortiz, Jay W. Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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