Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Mustard
Mustard
Interprète
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Chant
YG
YG
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Paroles/Composition
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Nelson Chu
Nelson Chu
Paroles/Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Mustard
Production
Official
Official
Co‑production
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Mustard on the beat, hoe
[Verse 2]
Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah
When you move at night, you don't feel shade
Runnin' through the field, it's a field day
Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date
She gon' bust down if the beat good
She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (It's lit)
Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck
Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks
Is your hair done? Is your bills paid?
When you outside, do you feel safe?
If we go up, gotta take phones
I'm with some go-ups, I can take home
[Verse 3]
Act up in the bay like Draymond
I might need my money like Faizon
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
[Verse 4]
Bust it, bust it down, bust it down
Ay-ay, bust it down, bust it down, ayy
Ay-ay, bust it down, bust it down
YG come around, bitch, you gotta bust it down
Bust it down, bust it down
Ayy, bust it down, bust it down
Ayy, bust it down, bust it down
When Travis come around, bitch, you better bust it down
[Verse 5]
Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah
When you move at night, you don't feel shade
Runnin' through the field, it's a field day
Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date
She gon' bust down if the beat good
She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (It's lit)
Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck
Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks
Is your hair done? Is your bills paid?
When you outside, do you feel safe?
If we go up, gotta take phones
I'm with some go-ups (4 Hunnid), I can take home
[Verse 6]
Do you cook clean? Do you fuck good?
If I hit it right, is you gonna let me know what's good?
You gon' let me hit the first night? I think you should
I'm in the pussy like bam-bam, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, hell nah, I ain't no rookie (I ain't no rookie)
Ayy, I bang Bloods in that pussy (In that pussy)
Ayy, turn the lights off, I don’t want you lookin'? (Don't want you lookin'?)
Tight pussy, her virginity, think I took it (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck all that foreplay (That foreplay)
Ayy, what's up with that Treyway? (With that Treyway)
Ayy, that threesome, girl, I don't play (Girl, I don't play)
Ayy, beat it up, that's a melee
[Verse 7]
G-63, I swerve on 'em (Swerve, swerve, swerve)
First pitch at the Dodger game, curve on 'em (Curve, curve, curve)
YG, I don't give a fuck, you got some nerve, don't ya? (Nerve, nerve, nerve)
I'm out on bail, how you feel? Go to hell, uh
[Verse 8]
Krispy Kreme whip and the wheels glazed, yeah
When you move at night, you don't feel shade
Runnin' through the field, it's a field day
Yeah, let her bang the set at the hood date
She gon' bust down if the beat good
She gon' roll up, bring the Backwoods (It's lit)
Park the Lambo', took the Brink's truck
Become a Greek freak, when you see bucks
Is your hair done? Is your bills paid?
When you outside, do you feel safe?
If we go up, gotta take phones
I'm with some go-ups, I can take home
Written by: Keenon Jackson, Mustard, Travis Scott
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