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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotboii
Rap
Haze
Programming
Dkeyz
Programming
Shaad K Rounds
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Hayes
Songwriter
Rashaad Green
Songwriter
David Cabral
Songwriter
Javarri Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haze
Producer
Dkeyz
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Producer
Raymond Scott
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Say it (what's up, Haze?)
Say, "Yo" (yo)
Say, "What it do?" (Do)
Say, "Kut Da Fan On" (Shaad got K Rounds)
Been done
I love my lil' boy, in my heart, he number one
If I had a daughter, it'd be the only girl I love
I got on a mink from Gucci come from out the forest
Trap house swingin' jays, like kids go in and out the door
I don't care what's in my way 'cause I'm defeatin' every obstacle
Watch how fat McDonald's, I remember we was poor
They don't wanna get it off the muscle, no more nigga wanna get it done, of course
No handouts, so when you get that nigga, it's yours
Love
Okay, I did it out of love
Okay, I did it out of love
Okay, I did it out of love
Okay, okay
Okay, hear the siren, run away
I don't care how fine, I can't be your bae
Speedin' Charger, I got road rage
Dirty ass chopper, I told him go bathe
Trap move slow, it's just one of the those days
I just got the AOK, pop he bitch, send all the drop my way
I ain't even got to put a bag on it nigga, hit your block today
They said I would die, and I laughed at them, I did it right to the bank
556-762-308s outta the Wraith
Ain't going out in no grave, nigga, I made it out this way
I made it out this way, look how far a nigga done came
I got shooters all on the front line, ain't gotta walk down when I bang
Always wanted money, and I'm rich now, it might be the cause of my fame
Always wanted money, and I'm rich now, it might be the cause of my fame
I love my lil' boy, in my heart, he number one (one)
If I had a daughter, it'd be the only girl I love (love)
I got on a mink from Gucci come from out the forest (forest)
Trap house swingin' jays, like kids go in and out the door (door)
I don't care what's in my way 'cause I'm defeatin' every obstacle (obstacle)
Watch how fat McDonald's, I remember we was poor (poor)
They don't wanna get it off the muscle, no more nigga wanna get it done (done), of course
No handouts, so when you get that nigga, it's yours
Love
Okay, I did it just because
I love my lil' boy
In my heart, he number one
I remember we was poor
Okay, okay, yeah (okay)
Okay, okay, yeah
Okay, yeah
Kut Da Fan On
Writer(s): David Cabral, Javarri Walker, Ethan Hayes, Rashaad Green
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