Producer, Studio Personnel, Mixer: Dr. Dre
Producer, Associated Performer, Sitar, Keyboards: Mike Elizondo
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Mauricio «Veto» Iragorri
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Steven Daniel Baughman
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Steve King
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Mike Strange
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Michael Sroka
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Ben Jost
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Rouble Kapoor
Associated Performer, Bass Guitar: Mark Batson
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Andre R. Young
Composer Lyricist: Mike Elizondo
Composer Lyricist: Mark Batson
Composer Lyricist: Christopher Pope
[Chorus] Hennessy on my lips
Take a little sip Privacy on the door
I’m a make this shit grip
Rich nigga, 8-figure that’s my type (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
8 inch big (ooh) that’s good pipe (bad bitch Imma ride the dick all night)
Rich nigga, 8-figure that’s my type (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
8 inch big (ooh) that’s good pipe (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
New wrist, new whip, ride around dipped I can see why all these basic hoes pissed
[Verse 1]
Buss down wrist, not a buss down bitch
You said I want your man, no the fuck I don’t sis
Is he a rich nigga?
Why he still hitting licks
Niggas spending bread but he still can’t hit
Bitch please
Lamborghini keys
Pussy drippin ice
He get flown out to me
Bitch please
I want a man with the Bs
Pussy from the bay going dumb on the D
[Chorus]
Hennessy on my lips
Take a little sip Privacy on the door
I’ma make this shit grip
Rich nigga, 8-figure that’s my type (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
8 inch big (ooh) that’s good pipe (bad bitch I’ma ride the dick all night!)
Rich nigga, 8-figure that’s my type (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
8 inch big (ooh) that’s good pipe (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
New wrist, new whip, ride around dipped I can see why all these basic hoes pissed
[Verse 2]
Messy hoes like to pop shit
You the type that’s fuckin for the rent
All on another nigga dick
Hair aint nothing with the inch
Do it on his face with a thizz
Im a boss tycoon with the shit
Run it up, print it up, big bucks
Try your luck
None of my bitches been touched
[Chorus]
Hennessy on my lips, Take a little sip Privacy on the door, I’ma make this shit grip
Rich nigga, 8-figure that’s my type (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
8 inch big (ooh) that’s good pipe (bad bitch I’ma ride the dick all night!)
Rich nigga, 8-figure that’s my type (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
8 inch big (ooh) that’s good pipe (that’s my type, nigga that’s my type)
℗ 2012 B-Unique Records (UK) Limited under exclusive licence to Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited
Released on: 2013-06-17
Composer, Lyricist: Steve Garrigan
Background Vocal, Piano, Vocal: Stephen Garrigan
Background Vocal, Bass Guitar, Guitar, Keyboards, Composer, Lyricist: Mark Prendergast
Composer, Lyricist: James Flannigan
Composer, Lyricist: Vincent May
Drums: Vinny May
Bodhran: Robbie Harris
Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Producer: Stephen Harris
Engineer: Philip Magee
Mastering Engineer: Simon Francis
[Verse 1]
Welcome to Wonderland, we got it all
Potions and pastries that make you grow tall
Forrests and cottages, castles and cards that can talk
Welcome to Wonderland, look where you’re at
Maddest of hatters, the Cheshire Cat
Magical cabins and lovely white rabbits with clocks
[Chorus]
Dancing through a dream
Underneath the stars
Laughing till the morning comes
Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart
Oh, Wonderland, I love
[Verse 2]
Welcome to Wonderland, I’ll be your guide
Holding your hand under sapphire skies
Lets go exploring or we could just go for a walk
Welcome to Wonderland
Where should we go?
Theres a tea party along down the road
Make an appearance and maybe they’ll sing us a song
[Chorus]
Dancing through a dream
Underneath the stars
Laughing till the morning comes
Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart
Oh, Wonderland, I love
[Bridge]
Nothing around here is quite as it seems
Not sure if anything is real or a dream
And the only thing sure from the start
Is the song thats inside of your heart
Don’t let it leave
[Outro]
If this was a dream then at least I’ve got
Memories for when morning comes
Now that I must leave with a heavy heart
Oh, Wonderland, I love
a lyric video for Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra on weary°.
