Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SoFaygo
SoFaygo
Vocals
TyFontaine
TyFontaine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khaleel Griffin
Khaleel Griffin
Composer
Lasse Kramhøft
Lasse Kramhøft
Composer
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Composer
Andre Burt
Andre Burt
Songwriter
Julius Terrell
Julius Terrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Lasnier
Benjamin Lasnier
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Kurt "KurtCurt" Lindsay
Kurt "KurtCurt" Lindsay
Engineer
Shaan Singh
Shaan Singh
Mixing Engineer
1st Class
1st Class
Producer
Pilfinger
Pilfinger
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer

Letra

Welcome to first class Oh Lord, Jetson made another one I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around Yeah, it's up (uh, uh) Yeah, it's up, uh Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (give no fucks, yeah) Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah) I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah) We gon' send you up Uh, bitch, I'm going up And that's why she wanna fuck If I call my shooters, you gon' see a lot of blood See a lot of that, you gon' see a lot of slugs Fucking on this ho, man, it was what it was Treat you like some nic', bitch, you only give me buzz Uh, when I'm rocking Rick, I get all type of love Said that she in love, she on all type of drugs, yeah, yeah I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around Yeah, it's up (uh, uh) Yeah, it's up, uh Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (give no fucks, yeah) Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah) I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah) Tropicana worth two hundred, bezel, love to stunt it Uh, I ain't playing with a stain, you want it, I might stun you Yeah, I just unsealed the good pack, it's like onions Shed a tear, send another 'Wood back and it's busting Oh, we just ran it up, fell in love chasing racks Baby, I'm not the one, I don't want to change your mind Have your discussions, doing me so fluently Come enjoy the luxuries, easily could change your vibe, like I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around Yeah, it's up (up) Yeah, it's up Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah) I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah) Run it up, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Lasse Kramhoft, Khaleel Kenyatte Griffin, Julius Roosevelt Terrell, Benjamin Lasnier, Andre Dontrel Burt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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