Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Future
Future
Voces
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Autoría
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Autoría
Ansel Montgomery
Ansel Montgomery
Autoría
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Autoría
Michael Collins Price
Michael Collins Price
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producción
YOUNGERNEXTLIFE
YOUNGERNEXTLIFE
Producción
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Asistente de ingeniería
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Asistente de ingeniería
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Ingeniería de mezcla
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Masterización
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Verse 1]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Verse 2]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I'm bird fly
You can hear that money machine beeping from outside
**** pillow-talking, talking, ain't got they money right
I don't even want to talk, ****, unless I see the cash out
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple
Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I'm splurgous
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can't serve us
[Verse 3]
I'm going Jimmy Choo on my new-new shit on purpose
She can get it too, ain't no fool, I'll curve her
If I borrowed your car, I'm sure I flipped it up with chickens
Cappers stealing swag, they bitches popping on misses
[Verse 4]
Got more K in the phantom, you want to ride the Honda Civic
I'm okay with that hammer, I got to ride with the extended
Shit be cracking in the city every day
Dropped the eighth in a Phantom, I'm okay
[Verse 5]
Penthouse, three stories, got trees in it
Spilled the drip all over, a bitch eatin' it
I threw the money in the vault, ain't even seen it
Money bags everywhere, Lamborghini's
[Verse 6]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I'm bird fly
You can hear the money machine beeping from outside
**** pillow-talking, talking, ain't got they money right
I don't even want to talk, ****, unless I see the cash out
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple
Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I'm splurgous (Light it up, gang)
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can't serve us (BMWG shit)
[Verse 7]
We make our own drugs so you **** can't serve 'em (Nah)
Remix everything, Sproot make it do hurdles (Remix)
Jugg House jumping like a rabbit, yours turtle (Turn)
Everything I smoke exotic, ****, all purple (Yeah)
I just ran a whole M through the money counter (Money counter)
Kept money from yesterday, I ain't even count it (Count up)
Quarter million, tried to break Blacka out the counter (Counter)
A thousand pounds on the road, all wrapped and downied (Road)
Jugg, the truck was seven, let her off, Freebandz (Yeah)
All my **** bosses, working like some Mexicans (Like some Mexicans)
Lamborghini 'round my neck, Eliantte (Eliantte)
Hunnid racks just to pull up in the driveway (Streets)
[Verse 8]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I'm bird fly
You can hear the money machine beeping from outside
**** pillow-talking, talking, ain't got they money right
I don't even want to talk, ****, unless I see the cash out
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple
Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I'm splurgous
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can't serve us
Written by: Ansel Montgomery, Jacob Canady, Kenneth Bailey, Michael Price, Nayvadius Wilburn
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