Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Tory Lanez
Chant
Alex Petit
Programmation
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Programmation
Michael Hernandez
Programmation
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alex Petit
Paroles/Composition
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hernandez
Paroles/Composition
Daystar Peterson
Paroles/Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Paroles/Composition
Barrington Wright
Paroles/Composition
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Nicholas Mira
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cash Money Ap
Production
Dez Wright
Production
Foreign Teck
Production
Johann Chavez
Ingénierie de mixage
Play Picasso
Ingénierie de mixage
Dustin Richardson
Ingénierie de mixage immersif
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nicholas Mira
Production
Paroles
[Verse 1]
We ain't fuckin', shorty, if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance I'm fine
My lil' **** got that .30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me that she love a trap **** gettin' fly
[Verse 2]
Trap up out the bando, you don't understand though
I skrtt with the Lambo', I will
It's thirty bands in my pants though, I took her up out her short shorts
And fuck that **** commando, I will
Top down, yeah, I got you rollin'
Both my bitches in the club got me focused
Say it to her face, don't give a fuck who I offend
I gotta keep it real but no pretend 'cause shorty
[Verse 3]
We ain't fuckin', shorty, if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance I'm fine
My lil' **** got that .30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me that she love a trap **** gettin' fly
[Verse 4]
Yeah, look at how I dress, I'm fly
I just spent like thirty in Hermes, oh, my
I told every girl she was the best, I lie
Tory, that's my ****, that's my bro, my guy
But please stop killin' my vibe
Dirty clip so long it's hangin' off my side
When they hit my **** V12 up I cried
Hit him in the stomach and he still did not die
[Verse 5]
Yeah, livin' real good, yeah, mmm
I'm still good, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I feel good, yeah, uh
And I'm real good
[Verse 6]
We ain't fuckin', shorty, if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance I'm fine
My lil' **** got that .30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me that she love a trap **** gettin' fly
Written by: Alex Petit, Artist Julius Dubose, Barrington Wright, Danny Lee Snodrass Jr., Daystar Peterson, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Michael Hernandez, Nicholas Mira


