More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Producer: TnTXD
Producer: JayWavy
Producer: TrillGotJuice
Executive Producer: Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
A And R Administrator: Essence Carson
Executive Producer: G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer: Gilles Walters
Programmer: JayWavy
A& R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Mixer, Recorded By: Keith Dawson
Executive Producer: Keith Dawson
A And R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
Programmer: TnTXD
Masterer: Travis Louis
Programmer: TrillGotJuice
Executive Producer: YFN Lucci
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Thomas Horton
Writer: Jeremiah Dickerson
Writer: Antonio Ramos
Writer: Alexandra Isley
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm telling everyone I know this song is about you.
And I'ma sing it all day, all night 'cause I want to.
Hey, yeah, I wanna tell the whole world about your love, your love, your love.
You know they gonna tell the world about me. Look, huh, huh.
Aye, money bigger than my ego. Aye, dice game, they want a fifty, playing C-LO.
Aye man, them folks was tryna hit me with the RICO. I always kept my eyes open and my mouth closed.
I used to call home, them the ones love me the most.
Might call Day Day, I know he gon' answer pronto. I came home, house gang, me and Boosie front row.
Gave me a chain and some change, but this just how my life go.
Look, everything change when you around the right folks.
Aye ma, we used to maintain, but we ain't hurting no more, huh. Working no more, huh.
Only thing we pushing now is double R's and double M's. Your boy too trill, huh. Chrome heart brims, Louis V timbs.
Came from the bottom, little. . . you up there. When I was in the project, little. . .
you wasn't there. And if I told you all my problems, little. . . you wouldn't care.
Look, stayed down, grind harder, go farther. Gave all these little. . . game,
Coach Carter. Taught you how to talk about pain.
Thunderstorm, cold night, man I done been through the rain. Look, lost a couple homies, it'll never be the same.
I chose money over fame,. . . I'll never be lame. Huh, cold-hearted.
Look, up like fifty M more from where we started. Huh, made like ten M's off my song Hardly.
Yeah, still here, and I'm still hardly. Don't give a. . .
about no deal, I'ma win regardless. Drop tops, we don't wear no crop tops.
Atlanta bread gang, park it and we pop locks. Huh, aye, on that same. . . they used to talk 'bout.
Now on that -same. . . they sending shots 'bout, yeah. -Hey,
I'm telling everyone I know this song is about you.
And I'ma sing it all day, all night 'cause I want to.
Hey, yeah, I wanna tell the whole world about your love, your love, your love, your love, your love.
Love, love, love, love, love. Love, love, love, love, love. La-la-la-la-love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love.