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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
Maudell Watkins
Maudell Watkins
Songwriter
Andre Eric Proctor
Andre Eric Proctor
Songwriter
Kyle Van Riper
Kyle Van Riper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
VanRiper
VanRiper
Producer

Lyrics

It ain't no talk on this You a bad lil' bitch, don't worry, ah Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Yeah Cartier diamonds, my mascot Tell your main nigga he your ex now Finna push up, bring your ass out Where you come from? Where you from now? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah After this, right back to him, like an accident Yeah, yeah, yeah Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (hell yeah) I know you don't want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no Baby, this thuggin' love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Ass like your mommy, know you won't try me Hop on the trolley just to seem me Came with nobody, leave with nobody Reason you came, just to see me Backstage pass with your ass out You got no shame how you came out Baby, I promise, I'll respect game Only thing that I can say is Cartier diamonds, my mascot Tell your main nigga he your ex now Finna push up, bring your ass out Where you come from? Where you from now? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah After this, right back to him, like an accident Yeah, yeah, yeah Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (hell yeah) Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that (Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that) Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Permanent issues got me thinkin' outside the box They was sayin' I was cocky, I don't feel like I'm cocky enough Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don't wanna get caught carin' too much I can't expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah I'm thinkin' tropical, beaches and leeches, I'm thinkin' private, oh From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me Got a milli' on me with a Richard Mille on me, I'm the bigger homie I don't get no sleep, I made love on these corners Cartier diamonds, my mascot Tell your main nigga he your ex now Finna push up, bring your ass out Where you come from? Where you from now? I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah After this, right back to him, like an accident Yeah, yeah, yeah Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (yeah, yeah) Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (hell yeah) Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (promise you that) (Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that) Never met no nigga talkin' to you when he fuck you like that I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder) I hope we on the same accord (woo) Let me fix all my rings Let's converse off codeine (yeah)
Writer(s): Westen Broek Weiss, Nayvadius Wilburn, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Maudell Watkins, Kyle Patrick Van Riper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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