Clip vidéo

Apparaît dans

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Chant
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Programmation
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Programmation
Michael Hernandez
Michael Hernandez
Programmation
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Paroles/Composition
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Paroles/Composition
Michael Hernandez
Michael Hernandez
Paroles/Composition
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Paroles/Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Paroles/Composition
Barrington Wright
Barrington Wright
Paroles/Composition
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cash Money Ap
Cash Money Ap
Production
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Production
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Production
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Ingénierie de mixage
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Production

Paroles

We ain't fucking, shawty, if it ain't right I was passing on it since it came by You been talking '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' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine She told me that she love a trap nigga getting fly Trap up out the bando You don't understand tho I skrrt with the Lambo, I will It's 30 bands in my pants tho I took her up out her short shorts Fuck that bitch, 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 shawty We ain't fucking, shawty, if it ain't right I was passing on it since it came by You been talking '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' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine She told me that she love a trap nigga getting fly Yeah, look at how I dress, I'm fly I just spent like 30 in Hermès, oh my I told every girl she was the best, I lied Tory, that's my nigga, 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 nigga V12 up, I cried Hit him in the stomach and he still did not die, yeah Living real good, yeah, mm And I'm still good, yeah, yeah Bitch, I feel good, yeah, yeah And I'm real good We ain't fucking, shawty, if it ain't right I was passing on it since it came by You been talking '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' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine She told me that she love a trap nigga getting fly
Writer(s): Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Julius Dubose, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Barrington Wright, Daystar Peterson, Nicholas Mira, Michael F. Hernandez, Danny Lee Snodrass Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out