Bootsy Bellows
 作词 : Cameron Thomaz/Edward Murray
 作曲 : Cameron Thomaz/Edward Murray
 编曲 : David Foster
 电吉他 : Michael Thompson
 混音 : Mick Guzauski
 音频助理 : Brandon Harris/Marnie Riley
 录音师 : Felipe Elgueta
 木吉他 : Dean Parks
 编程 : Simon Franglen
 Vocal编写 : Antonio "LA" Reid/Tim Thomas
 和声 : Shanice
 人声 : Cameron Thomaz
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang
Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that **** with a G
Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with
**** and alcohol, that's the balance
Ridin' in the Benz with low milage
Working 'til my hands get callouses
Been a player, I established it
Whips be the fastest
Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average
Legendary status and my crib like a palace
I know why they mad
'Cause your b*tch layin' in my bed
Still got the **** smell in her hair
Comin' home later, ***** gettin' cares
Make a whole pound disappear
Come for the money, tryna get a dog
Live this for the gang, imma get involved
Look at me different now
Roll some **** and put your ****** on
You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for?
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it
That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us
Pockets, they swole
I won't leave here alone, came here with no b*tch
But when I walk out the door,
I might leave here with your b*tch
Uh, they ain't goin hard as us
We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building
Regardless if authorities give us permission
Boss b*tches ****** breakin' they credit card limits
To try to ball with us
We in talks with those who only own business
My spark lit, then I paint pictures
Don't leave witnesses, nah *****, my gang different
Pull the Benz out in the rain
Hit her once, I won't even remember her name
Hella diamonds up in my chain
To say that I'm **** is an understatement but no,
I ain't underrated
Came from a place where ****** make their own way
Got some girls who **** me but got ****** so they don't say
I'm puttin' KK in the paper
On point gang, ready for danger
Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers
Too clean to ever have a stain
Khalifa the boss before you beat the game
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it
That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us
Pockets, they swole
I won't leave here alone, came here with no b*tch
But when I walk out the door,
I might leave here with your b*tch
Pockets is gettin' swole
Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll
Diamonds to my toes
Everywhere I go, I'm froze
You already know
Fool
Gangsters too
This is how them gangsters do