Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
AMIR ESMAILIAN
AMIR ESMAILIAN
Songwriter
Sugarray Henry
Sugarray Henry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I rung the bell ain't no Slater or Zack Never relaxed, diamonds always attack (Woah, oh) Book me a jet and I fly all the pack Got bitches on lock, Orange Is the New Black Weatherspoons on me, I feel like a hippy I stay on my toes but I don't gotta tippy (No) Ridin' on Vossen, my tires are "lippy" (Skrrt) I walk in the magic and order a fifty This is a presi', no, this ain't Swiss watch Ridin' on my cock like she dancin' for TikTok Smokin' on gas, I got zaza in ziplocks Find a new plug, told the one to kick rocks Backwoods and cream my aroma (Cream) From the streets where I got my diploma (The streets) Fell asleep while I was rollin' on Xans and I feel like I camе out of a coma (Woah) If she tell me that shе ridin' for me, then I know she gon' do what I told her (Whatever) Itty-bitty, lil' ice on your neck, but I know that my necklace is colder (Ice) Keep your relations, I know me some Haitians, I got a problem, call my zoes up (Sak pasé) Never emotional, keep a straight face when I'm playin' my cards, I won't fold up (No way, let's go) Got a lil' ho, put the pussy on Backpage Gettin' to the cheese like cottage (Racks) She got a little profile, told her, "Send the address," blow the whole thing of narcotics Keep the bags like badges in NBA 2K 'cause I upgrade my ballin' (Swish) Whole clique lookin' like dried out toothpaste, said everybody stayin' solid (Real) Get my W's, can't take a loss, I gotta proceed with caution Everybody know me at the bank 'cause I always be walkin' in, makin' deposits (Deposits) I was down bad, eatin' chicken on Tuesday, same time Pluto made "Honest" Fuckin' up the checks, spend a hundred on a Monday and I was bein' modest Got Gucci socks like they Nikes (No cap) If you see me with her and she get quality time, you know she gettin' pipey (Yessir) Imagine I tried to please all of the people that tell me that they do not like me (Fuck 'em) I got some big stones inside my rings, turn on the lights, just like boxer, they fightin' Everyone count on me, I bring the drugs, I'm the life of the party (Yeah, yeah) Feel like a Playboy on my birthday, I got a skeleton Carti (Yeah, yeah) Unlimited credit, catch me on an off-day, I still keep a ten everywhere that I go Money come steady, I gotta stay ready, avoidin' the headache, I stay on my toes (Yeah) Never showin' weakness (Weakness) Spend a lot of nights sleepless (No sleep) Wish that my problems will go away Told the lil' ho, "I don't go on dates" (No way) They watchin' my chain and this shit gettin' dizzy Keep it off safety, I told 'em, "Come get it" I got some hitters that's playin' their role Don't play with me, go and play with your ho (Let's go) Got a lil' ho, put the pussy on Backpage Gettin' to the cheese like cottage (Racks) She got a little profile, told her, "Send the address," blow the whole thing of narcotics Keep the bags like badges in NBA 2K 'cause I upgrade my ballin' (Swish) Whole clique lookin' like dried out toothpaste, said everybody stayin' solid (Real) Get my W's, can't take a loss, I gotta proceed with caution Everybody know me at the bank 'cause I always be walkin' in, makin' deposits (Deposits) I was down bad, eatin' chicken on Tuesday, same time Pluto made "Honest" Fuckin' up the checks, spend a hundred on a Monday and I was bein' modest
Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Navraj Singh Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sugar-ray Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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