Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Destroy Lonely
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cody Rounds
Paroles/Composition
Keaton Curtis
Paroles/Composition
Bobby Sandimanie III
Paroles/Composition
Wade Jackson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Cxdy
Production
jwadeee
Production
Keatmn
Production
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Ingénierie de mixage
Timon Adams
Ingénierie de mixage
Travis Louis
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Baby, yeah, I'm flew
Yeah, I'm fly (Yeah, I'm fly)
I'm on the way to you right now, so don't you cry
Riding around with chopsticks, ain't eating Benihana
Riding around in some fly shit in Balenciagas
Riding around with a fly bitch, she my biggest problem
Riding around on Wockhardt, might catch a DUI
GIA my necklace, diamonds certified
[Verse 2]
Smoking forty-one, bitch, I'm metrified
Outside (Outside, yeah)
Bitch, I'm verified
Shawty got a glimpse of this money and these diamonds, now she petrified
I come through and pull up in a Ghost, bitch, I'm a poltergeist
Always spend my time on fucking hoes, I don't even talk to guys
And my bank account got hella O's, my shit oversized
These **** think they getting over, got open eyes
My wrist done got a little colder, it might blind your eyes
[Verse 3]
Baby, yeah, I'm flew
Yeah, I'm fly (Yeah, I'm fly)
I'm on the way to you right now, so don't you cry
Riding around with chopsticks, ain't eating Benihana
Riding around in some fly shit in Balenciagas
Riding around with a fly bitch, she my biggest problem
Riding around on Wockhardt, might catch a DUI
GIA my necklace, diamonds certified
[Verse 4]
Yeah, cashed out on my weapons, all my guns mine
Cash out on my bitches, all my hoes mine, my ho is fine
Every time we in my hotel room she going down
Every time I leave, she tell her friends how I put it down
Every time I leave, she tell her friends how I'm cashing out
Yeah, she tell her friends how I pull up and I take her out
Yeah, she tell her friends how I pick it up and put it down
Yeah, she tell her friends how I hold her up and hold it down
Yeah, she tell her friends that she probably finna stick around
Yeah, and I'ma let her pick it, yeah
I'ma let her kick it with me 'cause I think she pretty, yeah
I'm in New York City and I just went blew a fifty, yeah
I was broke and needy, now I look up, I'm a millionaire
Billionaire
I don't care
Bitch shake it and she got long hair
Tell her shake it, shake it, cake it, wave it, baby, yeah, oh yeah
I'm just getting paper, I might go and blow it on Chanel (Ooh)
[Verse 5]
Baby, yeah, I'm flew
Yeah, I'm fly (Fly, fly)
I'm on the way to you right, now so don't you cry
Riding around with chopsticks, ain't eating Benihana
Riding around in some fly shit in Balenciagas
Riding around with a fly bitch, she my biggest problem
Riding around on Wockhardt, might catch a DUI
GIA my necklace, diamonds certified
Written by: Bobby Sandmanie, Cody Rounds, JACKSON WADE, Keaton Curtis
