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Description
Producer: Vinylz
Producer: FNZ
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Cashmere Brown
Producer: BoogzDaBeast
Choir Member, Vocal Producer: Jordan "Jwebby Muzik" Webb
Recording Engineer: JRich ENT.
Recording Engineer: John Kadadu
Mixing Engineer: Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Additional Mixing Engineer: Emiliano Olocco
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Rapvocalist: Offset
Rapvocalist: JID
Choir Member: Khyree Hopkins
Choir Member: Erica Elaine Webb
Choir Member: Ka’Mya Washington
Choir Member: Cassandra Webb
Choir Member: Candra Webb
Aand Radministrator: Elizabeth Isik
A& R: Jerel “Rel” Nance
A& R: Ian Holder
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
Composer Lyricist: Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Composer Lyricist: Destin Route
Composer Lyricist: Anderson Hernandez
Composer Lyricist: Michael John Mulé
Composer Lyricist: Isaac De Boni
Composer Lyricist: Jahmal Gwin
Composer Lyricist: Stephen Benton
Composer Lyricist: Michael Luce
Composer Lyricist: Christian Pierce
Composer Lyricist: David Williams
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh Mary Oh Mother. Oh Mary ring them bells.
Oh, Oh Mary Oh Mother.
Oh Mary ring them -bells.
-Before I got money I wasn't the type -kicking doors and I'm just being honest. -I'm honest.
If you want smoke then we cook niggas up like an omelet, I'm just being honest.
-Cook 'em.
-Throw me a sixty if I go to Magic or -Honest, I'm just being honest. -Sixty.
I keep a stick or a blicky in case it get sticky, I'm just being honest.
-In case.
-She know that I'm with it, I'm having this chick and this trick and I'm just being honest.
-I'm with that. -Who really get it, be honest.
-Hey. -Posture be giving Bianca.
-Huh.
-She real like a pint, I got racks in the bank and these bitches be hooked like pineys.
-Hooked.
-I upper my rank 'cause I got niggas spanked, nigga shh, death or dishonor.
I think these niggas forgot where I came from, 'cause I got matching the matching with lace fronts.
I pull up Porsche, I -think I'm Jayvon. -Jayvon.
Bitch I got trenches, this shit look like crayon.
Turn into smoke, it's no biker, no -bike on. -Smoke.
Niggas be biting, they biting like Tyson.
Niggas got sticks, got Glocks, we ain't -fighting. -Fighting.
-Start up a war then it start up a riot. -Riot.
Shoot at the club and then shoot at your partner, then shoot at your block and then shoot at your house.
Feeling like Bobby, this my poor right 'cause if I catch an -opp cut his tongue out his mouth. -Mouth.
I go to Saudi, they send a jet and two million to hear the words come out my -mouth. -Yes sir.
Gold on my fang, bitch I'm from the South.
-Yes sir.
-Fuck 'round in that town and get you some clout.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. I put a million dollars in two pockets.
-Yeah.
-I pay all the lawyers free, I'm out the -docket. -Huh.
Sleeping and dreaming, talking to the rocket.
-Jay.
-He told me go up, I told him that I got -him. -Go.
Go Saint Laurent, Vetements is what I'm rocking.
-Yeah.
-Yellow the stone, the booger looking -snotty. -Huh.
Walking in, bitch I'm standing tall, I got it.
I got it, uh, uh. I pick up a stick, aim at the heart. Pick up a bitch, pick 'em apart.
Feel like a pit, all bite. No bark, quit the remarks.
Little bitty bullet it go in the dark. Unlimited pool when attacking a target.
I'm tagging a toe and I'm tatted somebody. I'm breathing fire, burning dragon somebody.
If he ain't a homie, then promise a homi. Just hand me the hammer and here I go sloppy.
I hop in the ride inside it's a hemi. The coppers behind me, this timing is shitty.
-Fuck. -Why niggas shooting at Ricky?
No running back and forth, we clapped with the. 50. He cracking the 40, I'm back in the city.
I'm headed to court, only warriors with me.
Lord forgive me through whatever endeavors. It's J-I-D baby, I'm just a few letters.
-Let's go. -Take a look, I'm 'bout to break a record.
Put me in the books, I'm bound to beat the level.
All about the effort, I'm putting in leg work. Early in the morning, count money 'til my head hurt.
Niggas being funny, we could put him in a red shirt.
Five in your chest now your aunt mad at first.
Live and direct, live in the flesh, I manifest every dollar sign I could collect. I could look in the face of a threat but never sweat.
You sweet, get out the streets with niggas doing a sweep. Swap rides, I'm bringing the Swiss so
Swiss beats. Mob Tazy coming with keys, these Swiss beasts.
Cops firing at niggas that's ratting and eating cheese.
Another day on the East make 'em fall to their -knees. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
Oh, it's crazy, Holy Father. God stood shook when I ring them bells.
English translation
Oh Mary Oh Mother. Oh Mary ring them bells.
Oh, Oh Mary Oh Mother.
Oh Mary ring them -bells.
-Before I got money I wasn't the type -kicking doors and I'm just being honest. -I'm honest.
If you want smoke then we cook niggas up like an omelet, I'm just being honest.
-Cook 'em.
-Throw me a sixty if I go to Magic or -Honest, I'm just being honest. -Sixty.
I keep a stick or a blicky in case it get sticky, I'm just being honest.
-In case.
-She know that I'm with it, I'm having this chick and this trick and I'm just being honest.
-I'm with that. -Who really get it, be honest.
-Hey. -Posture be giving Bianca.
-Huh.
-She real like a pint, I got racks in the bank and these bitches be hooked like pineys.
-Hooked.
-I upper my rank 'cause I got niggas spanked, nigga shh, death or dishonor.
I think these niggas forgot where I came from, 'cause I got matching the matching with lace fronts.
I pull up Porsche, I -think I'm Jayvon. -Jayvon.
Bitch I got trenches, this shit look like crayon.
Turn into smoke, it's no biker, no -bike on. -Smoke.
Niggas be biting, they biting like Tyson.
Niggas got sticks, got Glocks, we ain't -fighting. -Fighting.
-Start up a war then it start up a riot. -Riot.
Shoot at the club and then shoot at your partner, then shoot at your block and then shoot at your house.
Feeling like Bobby, this my poor right 'cause if I catch an -opp cut his tongue out his mouth. -Mouth.
I go to Saudi, they send a jet and two million to hear the words come out my -mouth. -Yes sir.
Gold on my fang, bitch I'm from the South.
-Yes sir.
-Fuck 'round in that town and get you some clout.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. I put a million dollars in two pockets.
-Yeah.
-I pay all the lawyers free, I'm out the -docket. -Huh.
Sleeping and dreaming, talking to the rocket.
-Jay.
-He told me go up, I told him that I got -him. -Go.
Go Saint Laurent, Vetements is what I'm rocking.
-Yeah.
-Yellow the stone, the booger looking -snotty. -Huh.
Walking in, bitch I'm standing tall, I got it.
I got it, uh, uh. I pick up a stick, aim at the heart. Pick up a bitch, pick 'em apart.
Feel like a pit, all bite. No bark, quit the remarks.
Little bitty bullet it go in the dark. Unlimited pool when attacking a target.
I'm tagging a toe and I'm tatted somebody. I'm breathing fire, burning dragon somebody.
If he ain't a homie, then promise a homi. Just hand me the hammer and here I go sloppy.
I hop in the ride inside it's a hemi. The coppers behind me, this timing is shitty.
-Fuck. -Why niggas shooting at Ricky?
No running back and forth, we clapped with the. 50. He cracking the 40, I'm back in the city.
I'm headed to court, only warriors with me.
Lord forgive me through whatever endeavors. It's J-I-D baby, I'm just a few letters.
-Let's go. -Take a look, I'm 'bout to break a record.
Put me in the books, I'm bound to beat the level.
All about the effort, I'm putting in leg work. Early in the morning, count money 'til my head hurt.
Niggas being funny, we could put him in a red shirt.
Five in your chest now your aunt mad at first.
Live and direct, live in the flesh, I manifest every dollar sign I could collect. I could look in the face of a threat but never sweat.
You sweet, get out the streets with niggas doing a sweep. Swap rides, I'm bringing the Swiss so
Swiss beats. Mob Tazy coming with keys, these Swiss beasts.
Cops firing at niggas that's ratting and eating cheese.
Another day on the East make 'em fall to their -knees. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
-Let the bodies hit the floor. -Let the bodies hit the floor.
Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.
Oh, it's crazy, Holy Father. God stood shook when I ring them bells.