Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Future
Future
Executive Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Dre Moon
Dre Moon
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm on a overload, yeah I'm on a overload, I'm on a overload Yeah I'm on a overload Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle, I'm on a overload I pop one up like The Beatles, I'm goin' roller coaster I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up Put eight zips into one liter Yeah, smokin' on Kush, drink apple juice Canary yellow ice like apple juice Jumpin' out fly like parachute Broke bitches goin' out sad with you Three main chicks on Adderall Maybach coupe, I smash it up Came from the bottom, you imagine this Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup Cartier bracelet, love cuffs Stars in the roof when I roll up A line full of dimes when I showed up Freeband Gang all they throwed up It was ten spaceships when I showed up Alligator soft, from the floor up Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up Higher than a blimp when I go up Hop on a Lear, then we go up Money in the bag, don't fold up All around the globe, they know us Everywhere we go, got it sewed up Thousand and one hitters when we roll up Transformer coupe, got the doors up Pretty little bitch got her nose up Hunnids up, M's was the quota 'til a nigga got way closer V12 on my motor, never been a day I was sober All a nigga hang around is rollers, walk in the bank, smell like Doja Hop out on the curb like a soldier, Hermès on a nigga shoulder The game very cold, but I'm colder, I'm watchin' out for the vultures Mixin' the dope and the soda, a double M on my cover One thing 'bout my brothers, we all out the struggle Came out the motherfuckin' gutter, none of these niggas can touch us I came up servin' the butter, the gang got it covered like mustard I might say I love ya, but I definitely don't trust ya I'm on a overload Fulfill your ego, flyer than an eagle, I'm on a overload I pop one up like The Beatles, I'm goin' roller coaster I'm goin' fully loaded with my feet up Put eight zips into one liter (yeah) I'm on a overload, yeah I'm on a overload I'm on a overload, yeah Drinkin' out the bottle, ain't an average cup Cartier bracelet, love cuffs, stars in the roof when I roll up A line full of dimes when I showed up Freeband Gang all they throwed up It was ten spaceships when I showed up Alligator soft, from the floor up Gold diggin' bitches 'bout to throw up Higher than a blimp when I go up Hop on a Lear, then we go up Money in the bag, don't fold up All around the globe, they know us Everywhere we go, got it sewed up Thousand and one hitters when we roll up Transformer coupe, got the doors up Pretty little bitch got her nose up Hunnids up, M's was the quota 'til a nigga got way closer V12 on my motor, never been a day I was sober All a nigga hang around is rollers walk in the bank, smell like Doja Hop out on the curb like a soldier, Hermès on a nigga shoulder The game very cold, but I'm colder Broke bitches goin' out sad with you Three main bitches on Adderall Cartier bracelet, love cuffs Line full of dimes when I showed up, yeah Freeband Gang what they throwed up
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Wayne, Darrel Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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