Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fresco Trey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Michael Benjamin
Songwriter
Charlie Couvillion
Songwriter
Jacob Michael Deimler
Songwriter
Sophie Belle Grajcer
Songwriter
Trey Ashton Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Couvillion
Producer
James Hoover
Mastering Engineer
ACE1
Mixing Engineer
RVNES
Producer
Sophie Gray
Producer
Split It Up Benji
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hit up Draft Kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sippin' margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition but it ain't nobody left
[Verse 2]
Hit up Draft Kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sippin' margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition but it ain't nobody left
[Verse 3]
Balling no discussion
Don't want to hear the fussin'
Knew I'd be rich
Look at my wrist, of course I seen it comin'
Hunnid K, all in twenties
Come around I bet she love it
Ay, boostin' up my ego, can't be seen in public
This a brand new whip so please don't lean on it
AMG, that bitch came with some screens on it
She say that I'm toxic but want me to put a ring on it
AKA her favorite color pink but she like green on me
We gon' throw a party, make it look like a parade
Pull up in a yellow Rari same color as lemonade
Yeah, yeah, all this money probably shortened up my days
Pulled them racks out of my pockets, she forgot about my age
[Verse 4]
Hit up Draft Kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sippin' margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition but it ain't nobody left
[Verse 5]
Hit up Draft Kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sippin' margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition but it ain't nobody left
[Verse 6]
I'm a rookie but I feel just like the vet
Shoot my shot, won't touch the net
Put two hand across the neck, no respect
Then again, I'm like the one who cut the checks
The way I ball you'll think it's March
The way I left shawty upset
Pull up in the parking lot and lift the doors'
This platinum leather, wipe your feet before they hit the floor
She lovin' the life, no, she ain't tryna go
We make it easy for lil mama, tell them **** no
[Verse 7]
Hit up Draft Kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sippin' margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition but it ain't nobody left
[Verse 8]
Hit up Draft Kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sippin' margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition but it ain't nobody left
Written by: Brandon Michael Benjamin, Charlie Couvillion, Jacob Michael Deimler, Sophie Belle Grajcer, Trey Ashton Davis