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INTERPRÉTATION
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Chant
Sheldon Ferguson
Sheldon Ferguson
Guitare
Gunna
Gunna
Chant
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Paroles/Composition
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Paroles/Composition
Sheldon Ferguson
Sheldon Ferguson
Paroles/Composition
June James
June James
Paroles/Composition
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Paroles/Composition
Ramiro Morales
Ramiro Morales
Paroles/Composition
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
June James
June James
Production
Turbo
Turbo
Production
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Ingénierie de prise de son
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Ingénierie de prise de son
Skyler McLean
Skyler McLean
Assistance d’ingénierie
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
Sean Solymor
Sean Solymor
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ramy
Ramy
Production

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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