Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
Ryan Beatty
Ryan Beatty
Vocals
Shawn Mendes
Shawn Mendes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Lyrics
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Lyrics
Ryan Beatty
Ryan Beatty
Lyrics
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Lyrics
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Composer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Lyrics
Dalvin Serino
Dalvin Serino
Lyrics
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Lyrics
Jared Scharff
Jared Scharff
Composer
Jeremy Ruzumna
Jeremy Ruzumna
Lyrics
Joseph Karnes
Joseph Karnes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Video Store
Video Store
Producer
Queen Sixties
Queen Sixties
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Recording Engineer
Tyler Shields
Tyler Shields
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You look so different to me It's like you barely even, listen You look so different to me It's like you barely even know me You was missin' from me Swear I'm tired of feelin' lonely Like Field Mob song, Trill Mob boy She been MIA far too long, so far Now catch the compensation Change the conversation, dollars all I'm chasin' Ain't talkin' money? Fuck is you sayin'? Non-comprehensive, money finish sentences No, I ain't sensitive, nigga, just highly offended It'll be okay, no matter what thеy say about us It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us I know that it'll bе okay You ain't even need no money, you can count on me It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us I know that it'll be okay You ain't even need no money, you can count on me Let's not fight the funk She say I pour too much in my cup Fuck the opposition, plus I'm still ridin' with it tucked They say I should change the way I'm livin' but just can't get enough Still be quick to up that chopper on his block and hit 'em up My lil brothers don't come home 'til November, I told 'em, "We gon' live it up" Can't do shit but pray for J Ron 'cause that nigga don't gave a fuck Not at all, nigga, had my back against the wall, nigga Momma told me I'd see it all, nigga Yeah, who love you at your lowest of lows? I know, I mean I'm in the backyard thinkin' I need, that smoke puffing outta my teeth I'm good, I got my green, sittin' back sippin' ocean breeze I don't got it, baby, ask them boys All that hating turn to white noise Tryna get red carpet fly, I don't flex my life, I don't lie Treat life like I might die, don't like myself sometimes But I bet that come with time, ever feel like ya head got screws? A little bit loose, goddamn, give a fuck if I lose Ain't no fool, he got déjà vu I'm the man, I'm the dawg, got juice Just know I fucked up too Talk like you got it figured it out and I wish I did too It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us I know that it'll be okay You ain't even need no money, you can count on me It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us It'll be okay, no matter what they say about us I know that it'll be okay You ain't even need no money, you can count on me Count on me Count on me
Writer(s): Ryan Beatty, Russell Evan Boring, Jared Scharff, Jeremy Ruzumna, Jabari Manwarring, Dalvin Serino, Rakim Mayers, Ian Simpson, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Joseph Karnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out