Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danielle Bradbery
Danielle Bradbery
Performer
Teddy Reimer
Teddy Reimer
Electric Guitar
Andy Sheridan
Andy Sheridan
Piano
Emily Nelson
Emily Nelson
Baroque Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danielle Bradbery
Danielle Bradbery
Producer
Tony Moglia
Tony Moglia
Recording Engineer
Alex Chaloff
Alex Chaloff
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Damn, my AP going psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boat Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos You stuck in the friend zone, I tell the four-five the fifth, ayy Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino was it, ayy Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ayy Know that I been with the hits ever since a jit, ayy I made my first million, I'm like, whoa, this is it, ayy 30 for a walkthrough, man, we had the place lit, ayy Had so many bottles, gave every girl a sip, ayy Out the window in the Benzo, seen in the rent And I'm like, whoa, man, my neck is so cold Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked I got homies, let it go My money thick, won't ever fold She said: can I have some to hold? I can never tell you no No, I'll never tell you no Damn, my AP going psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boat Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Really trust nobody with all this jewelry on My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boat Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though My money thick, won't ever fold She said, "Can I have some to hold?" I can never tell you no No, I'll never tell you no Damn, my AP going psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you My roof look like a no-show, diamonds by the boat Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos AP going psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael Can't really trust nobody, all this jewelry on My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boat Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though, oh Oh yeah
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin, Louis Bell, Carl Austin Rosen, Austin Richard Post Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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