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Description
Producer: Cardo
Producer: Dez Wright
Producer: Mu Lean
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Marcus Fritz
Mastering Engineer: Ojivolta
Composer Lyricist: Jordan Carter
Composer Lyricist: Joseph Adenuga
Composer Lyricist: Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Dylan Cleary-Krell
Composer Lyricist: Ciaran Mullan
Lyrics and translation
Original
I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect.
I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect,
I got to my perfect. I just spent the black sheets, I just brought a brand new
Jeep, and I brought a AZT, and I brought a ANG.
I just got a brand new V, I just fucked a brand new V, and she got them titties D, and she get that AZT.
White diamonds, Caucasian, every day amazing.
My new bitch a blazer, I fuck her like I'm crazy. Try to wreck my game, not my game, I might just take it.
Homies how we kill it every night, we keep it gangsta.
I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect.
I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect.
I study the streets. How you gonna go to war with a genius?
This ain't community service, but I came in with them street sweepers. Your boyfriend is a follower.
Why don't you come roll with the leaders?
She told me she loves me, huh, whoa, I told her I'm speechless. I'm the omen, heart is frozen.
If it ain't fam, I got no emotion. Like poker when I poke 'em. Ride us, Texas hold 'em.
We got the club going up like Makonnen. Every day we're cashing them checks.
Big Smoke, you know the slogan. I need a million dollars. I need a million euros. I need a million pound.
Your wifey ringing me down. She said I was trash, she feeling me now.
Uh, Playboi tell 'em. I broke America.
Big in the east, I'm big in the west, I'm big in the south. Big racks, they jump out the house.
I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect.
I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect, I got to my perfect.