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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Pain
T-Pain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T-Pain
T-Pain
Composer
Jeremiah Sage Ackah
Jeremiah Sage Ackah
Composer
Michael McEwan
Michael McEwan
Composer
Aqil Davidson
Aqil Davidson
Composer
Eldra DeBarge
Eldra DeBarge
Composer
William DeBarge
William DeBarge
Lyrics
Anton Hollins
Anton Hollins
Lyrics
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
Lyrics
David Porter
David Porter
Lyrics
Markell Riley
Markell Riley
Lyrics
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Composer
David Wynn
David Wynn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Pain
T-Pain
Recording Engineer
ALLSTAR
ALLSTAR
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Whoo This, Is, Is, Is Who left the refrigerator open bitch? Hey, Uh, Hey I'm back up in your shit just like a bounty hunter Don't worry about your bitch, I know you counting on her Mounting on her Went into the club and threw a thousand on her Took her back to the crib and put the hounds on her I ain't playing games with these niggas Spitting fire, spitting flames Seven figures I'mma rearrange thangs on these niggas It's gon be a fucking change on these niggas I'm like No way, Ok They don't want T pain alive stay out the door way I got the shit, I holler on my Jose My bitch the plug so listen to what my hoe say VVS's on the mustang with the top off of it Party at the crib the whole block will love it I don't give fuck if it's your mama homie If I need a door kicked in damn I bet she knock it for me, oh That's how it goes Put my hand on the bible nigga I done took the oath Yall niggas slow Come and holla, i damn hope Bout a hundred million dollars on the road, hoe All I wanna do is zoom zoom past 12 on the road, hoe I bet them coppers won't stop me Once they see what I got popping Just know, Hoe, Just know Them coppers won't stop me Once they see what I got popping Just know I call a BMW a rump shaker That pump hit you Jumpman, you a ball figure That suicide open I got plenty more VS open, bitch you know me I got Henny though I ain't bout to entertain these fuck boys They been talking that shit, they done made enough noise Don't get it twisted Don't get it twisted on the low I've been trying to be that humble motherfucker But I'm bout to let it go That's how it goes Put my hand on the bible nigga I done took the oath Yall niggas slow Come and holla, I damn hope Bout a hundred million dollars on the road All I wanna do is zoom a zoom past 12 on the road I bet them coppers won't stop me Once they see what I got popping Just know Hoe Just know Them copper won't stop me Once they see what I got popping Just know
Writer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, Markell Demont Riley, Edward Theodore Riley, David Porter, Etterlene Jordan, Eldra P. De Barge, Aqil Davidson, David J. Wynn, Anton Lamont Hollins, William Randall De Barge, Faheem Najm, Michael Marc I. Mcewan, Jeremiah Sage Ackah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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