Credits

OPTREDENDE ARTIESTEN
Jeezy
Jeezy
Zang
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Zang
COMPOSITIE EN SONGTEKST
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
宇崎竜童
Songwriter
Yoko Aki
Yoko Aki
Songwriter
PRODUCTIE EN TECHNIEK
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producent
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Opname-ingenieur
Young Guru
Young Guru
Opname-ingenieur
Micah Wyatt
Micah Wyatt
Assistent recording engineer
Kevin Williams
Kevin Williams
Assistent recording engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
(Cardo got wings)
[Verse 2]
What?
I said you already know, ****, Young gotta flow (Gotta flow)
Before rap, Young really got dough (Yeah)
Before rap, Young really seen snow (Seen snow)
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in Magic
Pull up on my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic (Damn)
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail (Go to jail)
Heard that shit closest thing to hell (Yeah)
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
[Verse 3]
'Cause I'm the realest **** in this
Y'all know it, first **** hitting Magic in that 6-45
Valet say, "Jizzle ****, stay in new shit
But everybody back back, 'cause that **** can't drive"
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains (Damn)
Even back then they was calling me Ten Chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
If I had to add it up, it'd cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money, just to throw money
If it's on the floor, ****, it's the floor money
If you brought it out to blow and you got it from the blow
Then that's why the fuck they call that shit 'blow money'
Still the realest **** in this, y'all know it
Kept it one hunnid till the day I came through
My **** hit me up, say he going out of town
So I threw him fifty thou', told him "Bring me back two" (That's right)
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid (Yeah)
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"Fuck that shit, young **** get paid" (Paid)
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo (So)
Stay down ****, yeah, I'm talkin' ten toes (Toes)
Hoes see me in this big pretty motherfucker
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Verse 4]
I done seen it all
Yay stacked seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through the hunnids, twenties and the fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Verse 5]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch a contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the twenties, fifties, hunnids, the money-machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 6]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroin shots (Real shit, real shit)
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot, least I'll die on top (Real shit, real shit)
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white, shit looked like a yacht (Real shit, real shit)
I got 'em five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion watts (Real shit, shit)
Flew him back to the States, parked ninety-two bricks in front of 560 State
Now the Nets a stone throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right, I'm still tossing 'round nicks
Probably brought your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class, you were just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me and Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in V.A.
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla)
Plug got shot, we started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The war's on now, he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down ten
The whole team hot, walls closing in
**** can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man
[Verse 7]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through the hunnids, twenties and the fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Verse 8]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch a contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the twenties, fifties, hunnids, the money-machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Ryudo Uzaki, Ron Latour, Shawn Carter, Yoko Aki
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