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Description
Producer, Programming Engineer: Sonny Digital
Mixing Engineer: Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Composer Lyricist: Sonny Uwaezuoke
Composer Lyricist: Colson Baker
Composer Lyricist: Tyrone Griffin
Composer Lyricist: Quavious Marshall
Lyrics and translation
Original
Aye. Woke up in, woke up in.
Sounding real godly.
-Quavo! -Sunny Rollin, Grams of Wax.
Woke up in Paris.
Broke all the mirrors.
-What that mean? -Must mean last night was too turnt.
-Oh, shit. Aye, aye. -They caught me fucking on camera.
-Ha! -I ain't embarrassed.
Pull up back home, flag on, tats out. What the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home bred, hometown, been around the world. I'm back now.
I'm- -Aye, aye. -Mr. Miyagi with wax and a sake.
What?
Aye. And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky.
-Let's go. -Who the champ? Who the champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp. Where's the package with the stamp?
-What? -Bust it open by the lamb. Roll it up until
I cramp. Uh, four rings on my hands. Uh, smoke rings from the grams.
Uh, got a lady and a tramp. Bitch, I made it from the trap. Gunna.
I woke up in Paris.
-In the bed with a bad bitch. -Bad bitch, bad bitch. Aye.
-First I rolled up the lash. -Roll it up.
-Then I went back for seconds. -Aye.
-Swear that pussy the wax. -I swear, I swear I do.
Yeah.
-I woke up in Paris. -I woke up.
-In the bed with a bad bitch. -Bad bitch, bad bitch. Aye.
-First I rolled up the lash. -Roll it up.
-Then I went back for seconds. -Aye.
Swear that pussy the wax.
Yeah.
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me?
-What you thinking?
-I made it from the bottom, what you -thinking of me? -What you thinking?
When I was on the bottom you didn't hang out with me.
-No way.
-Now I got some dollars they keep hanging -with me. -Yeah.
-Take a lot of molly, that's your fantasy. -That's your fantasy.
Pull up with the gang, aye, stop playing with me.
-Stop playing.
-You took too much of coco, it made your -nose bleed. -Tripping. Woo.
-Two times for the bando. -Two.
-Shoot two times at the window. -Shoot.
-Pop one off with a kick door. -Pop one.
-Pop one off with a window. -Oh, shoot.
-Old money like a Nintendo. -Ooh.
-Bring it back home, need to reload. -Bring it back.
-Crips might call it a kilo. -Crip.
-Bloods might call it a bilo. -Blood.
-Put my wrist in the freezer. -Wrist.
-Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode. -Yeah.
-Bitch I made it from the trap. -Trap.
-Whole thing in my lap. -Yeah.
-Bitch I made it from the trap. -Trap.
-Got your girl in my lap. -Yeah.
-Bitch I made it from the trap. -Trap.
-Got the police running laps. -Yeah.
Bitch I made it from the trap.
-Bitch I made it out the trap. -I woke up in Paris.
-In the bed with a bad bitch. -Bad bitch, bad bitch. Aye.
-First I rolled up the lash. -Roll it up.
-Then I went back for seconds. -Aye.
-Swear that pussy the wax. -I swear, I swear I do.
Yeah.
-I woke up in Paris. -I woke up.
In the bed with a bad bitch.
-Bad bitch, bad bitch. Aye. -First I rolled up the lash.
-Roll it up. -Then I went back for seconds.
-Aye. -Swear that pussy the wax.
Yeah.