Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Travis Scott
Chant
Sheldon Ferguson
Guitare
Gunna
Chant
Navraj Singh Goraya
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sergio Kitchens
Paroles/Composition
Navraj Singh Goraya
Paroles/Composition
Sheldon Ferguson
Paroles/Composition
June James
Paroles/Composition
Chandler Durham
Paroles/Composition
Ramiro Morales
Paroles/Composition
Travis Scott
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
June James
Production
Turbo
Production
Jimmy Cash
Ingénierie de prise de son
Zach Steele
Ingénierie de prise de son
Skyler McLean
Assistance d’ingénierie
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
Sean Solymor
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ramy
Production
Paroles
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress
Clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber these jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I'ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a S
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, J number 4's
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watching my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in 10, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
I left her wide open, no self control
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress
Clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Cleaport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Louie shirt wet
It's a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a S
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a LearJet
Got Prada's, every colour
And I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm asking, "Where the codeine at"?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte
Drippin', my whole team wet
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens, Sheldon Ferguson, June James, Ramiro Morales Sanchez, Navraj Gotaua
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