作词 : Dean, Michael G. / Brown, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman / Chambers, Brytavious Lakeith

作曲 : Dean, Michael G. / Brown, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman / Chambers, Brytavious Lakeith

Producers：Rogét Chahayed/CuBeatz/OZ/Hit- Boy/Tay Keith

Writers：Guru/Dinco D/Sticky Fingaz/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/DJ Premier/Fredro Starr/Busta Rhymes/The Notorious B.l.G./CyHi The Prynce/Charlie Brown/Phife Dawg/Kevin Gomringer/MD Beatz/Q-Tip/Tim Gomringer/Swae Lee/Sonny Seeza/Richard Finch/Luke/Harry Wayne Casey/Easy Mo Bee/Chyskillz/Big Hawk/Hit-Boy/OZ/Roget Chahayed/Tay Keith/Travis Scott/Mike Dean/Drake

Samples：Hot Shit(2001)—Big Hawk

Stomp(1996)—Three 6 Mafia

I Wanna Rock (Doo Doo Brown)(1992)—Luke

Gimme the Loot(1994)—The Notorious B.l.G.

Vocal:Drake, Swae Lee,Big Hawk

Astro, yeah

Sun is down, freezin' cold

That's how we already know winter's here

My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt

That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else

I tried to show 'em, yeah

I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gone on you with the pick and roll

Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode

Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes

This ******* way too big,

When we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had to Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two-four hour on lockdown, we make no moves

Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba juice

Different colored chains, see my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

Some-some-some, someone said

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

This ******* way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit

Stacy Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Hit my eses, I need the booch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her "hop in, you comin' too"

In the 305, ******* treat me

Like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that *******)

Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof

She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"

We ain't even make it to the room

She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool

Now I got her open, it's just the Goose

Who put this ******* together? I'm the glue

(Someone said)

Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

(Someone said)

Playin' for keeps (Someone said mother*******er)

Someone said

Don't play us for weak

Yeah

Astro

Yeah, yeah

Tay Keith, ******* these *******s up (Ay, ay)

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)

Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy

Slept through the flight, ayy

Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man

This ******* got double bedroom, man

I still got scores to settle, man

I crept down the block (down the block)

Made a right (yeah, right)

Cut the lights (yeah, what?)

Paid the price (yeah)

*******s think it's sweet (nah, nah)

It's on sight (yeah, what?)

Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)

Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)

That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)

Lost my respect, you not a threat

When I shoot my shot, that ******* wetty like I'm Sheck (*******!)

See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)

Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spending Folie's

Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)

Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)

No one seen him (yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the fbo with duffles in my hands(woo!)

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light (like a light)

Like a light (yeah, like a light)

Like a light (like a light)

Like a light

Yeah, pass the dawgs in celly

Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah

He said "keep that on lock"

I said "you know this *******, it’s life”, yeah

It's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (it's lit!)

LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah

Shorty in the back,

She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)

Ain't by the book (yeah), this how it look (yeah)

'Bout a check (yeah), just check the foots (yeah)

Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)

Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other ******* shook, yeah