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Description
Producer: Metro Boomin
Recording Engineer: Dee Brown
Mixing Engineer: Derek "MixedbyAli" Ali
Mixing Second Engineer: James Hunt
Additionalvocalist: Smooth
Composer Lyricist: Keenon Jackson
Composer Lyricist: Leland Wayne
Composer Lyricist: David Axelrod
Composer Lyricist: Brian Bailey
Composer Lyricist: Melvin Bradford
Composer Lyricist: Calvin Broadus
Composer Lyricist: André Romell Young
Lyrics and translation
Original
All right, come through, nigga, I'm right here, nigga.
Bang my line when you -outside. -For sure. One.
Uh.
Yeah. Uh.
Yeah.
Uh, uh.
It was one in the morning, and I was up yawning.
Moms asked where I'm going.
To the hood if you ain't knowing. Pops locked up so Mama couldn't stop me.
I was -out the house ASAP Rocky. -ASAP.
And it wasn't 'cause she couldn't control us.
We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us. And we ain't get discipline.
Her friends started whispering 'bout how she was a bad mama. Mama said, "Fuck 'em then. " I was in the streets thugging.
Nobody could tell me nothing.
Grandpa, Grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin. I was buzzing.
Fucking all these hoes, wearing no condoms, no nothing.
I used to ditch school when the homie had the Chevy. I used to sneak and smoke stress weed.
But now I'm rolling on dubs. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what.
Now I'm rolling on dubs. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what.
All these hoes showing love. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what.
All these hoes showing love. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what. Uh.
Skrrt. I was on a mission. On a mission to the money. Sundown till it's sunny.
Know my family love me. Riding in the car with two niggas and a pistol. This ain't funny.
I do it all for the money. Hold up.
Slowly as I pull up to the donut stand, I already know the plan.
Hop out and get on your mans and take what he got.
Go through pockets, wallets, and socks, and there go the knots. It's a stick up.
Phone ring, it's my mama in the middle of some drama, so I don't pick up, thinking I gotta get my shit up. I gotta pick my bitch up.
Let's hurry up and leave. I feel the police near us, so we left.
With a thousand dollars cash. It was me and my nigga, so you know I went in half.
This shit get real when niggas get greedy. Pop, pop, pop, pop.
That's where he leave me.
Driver, put your fucking hands in the air.
Don't fucking move.
Fuck, man.
English translation
All right, come through, nigga, I'm right here, nigga.
Bang my line when you -outside. -For sure. One.
Uh.
Yeah. Uh.
Yeah.
Uh, uh.
It was one in the morning, and I was up yawning.
Moms asked where I'm going.
To the hood if you ain't knowing. Pops locked up so Mama couldn't stop me.
I was -out the house ASAP Rocky. -ASAP.
And it wasn't 'cause she couldn't control us.
We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us. And we ain't get discipline.
Her friends started whispering 'bout how she was a bad mama. Mama said, "Fuck 'em then. " I was in the streets thugging.
Nobody could tell me nothing.
Grandpa, Grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin. I was buzzing.
Fucking all these hoes, wearing no condoms, no nothing.
I used to ditch school when the homie had the Chevy. I used to sneak and smoke stress weed.
But now I'm rolling on dubs. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what.
Now I'm rolling on dubs. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what.
All these hoes showing love. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what.
All these hoes showing love. How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what. Uh.
Skrrt. I was on a mission. On a mission to the money. Sundown till it's sunny.
Know my family love me. Riding in the car with two niggas and a pistol. This ain't funny.
I do it all for the money. Hold up.
Slowly as I pull up to the donut stand, I already know the plan.
Hop out and get on your mans and take what he got.
Go through pockets, wallets, and socks, and there go the knots. It's a stick up.
Phone ring, it's my mama in the middle of some drama, so I don't pick up, thinking I gotta get my shit up. I gotta pick my bitch up.
Let's hurry up and leave. I feel the police near us, so we left.
With a thousand dollars cash. It was me and my nigga, so you know I went in half.
This shit get real when niggas get greedy. Pop, pop, pop, pop.
That's where he leave me.
Driver, put your fucking hands in the air.
Don't fucking move.
Fuck, man.