Clip vidéo

Concerts à venir de Quavo & Future

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Quavo
Quavo
Chant
Future
Future
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Paroles/Composition
Chi Nhan Trieu
Chi Nhan Trieu
Paroles/Composition
Basil von Stietencron
Basil von Stietencron
Paroles/Composition
Maximilian McFarlin
Maximilian McFarlin
Paroles/Composition
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Quavo
Quavo
Ingénierie de prise de son
Atake
Atake
Production
Sluzyyy
Sluzyyy
Production
Basobeats
Basobeats
Production
Macshooter49
Macshooter49
Production
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

(I love you Atake) He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea) I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (we keepin' it street) I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (you still gon' get beat) How much it cost? It never been cheap (it never been) Turn your clique up, dawg (turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dawg (turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (boss 'em up) Turn your clique up, dawg (turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dawg (turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (go) If my dawg get low on his pockets, I'm pickin' 'em up (soo) We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin' it up If my bitch tell me "Pay for the pussy" I take her ass shoppin' and tell her "Shut up" (shh) Standin' on business Standin' on bitches ain't nothin' to pipe that shit up (swoo) It ain't nothin' to turn a bitch up It ain't nothin' to turn your clique up (ain't nothin') Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds, we bust (yeah) Look at the people we touched, shit, I'm feelin' like Puffy and Ross (yeah) I'm sendin' this shit like a toilet, lil' nigga, so nasty, I never been flushed (ugh, nasty, go) Bulletproof Brabus, it came with a kit on it (kit, skrrt, skrrt) The switch is too light, it kick if you spit on it (kick, frr, grrah, frr) Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (shit, hee, ooh, hee) Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin' (flip it, flip, go, it's gone) He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea) I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (we keepin' it street) I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (you still gon' get beat) How much it cost? It never been cheap (it never been) Turn your clique up, dawg (turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dawg (turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (boss 'em up) Turn your clique up, dawg (turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dawg (turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (boss 'em up) Big dog status, Bal Harbour I ball, Lenox mall for my brothers Goyard bag, tote the cutter I got it out the field, fuck Russell Go and ask Lori about the Patek Then go and ask Joie, and ask Dess Phillipe water, tryna drown a bitch It's a habit trickin' on a bitch Shit, I'm thinkin' I could've been a pimp Shit, I'm cookin' up dope like it's dinner Shit, I come from Zone 6, nigga trim Shit, I'm floatin', I'm higher than a blimp Shit, it look like I'm swimmin' in glass Shit, I turn up my bitch 'cause she bad Shit, I'm makin' her ex-nigga mad Shit, they go for that bag, I'ma spaz Real nigga alert, I'm securin' the bag Pipin' a bitch, it ain't nothin', I got cash Turn up the shooters with switches, go bad Stay with some scammers, my dawg movin' packs Trappin' to rappin', my dawg, he fall off No cappin', I'm buyin' him a brick Fuck on your bitch, then I told her to call off Actually, I'm makin' her quit Painkiller, got my lil' demons on go They ready to hit with the stick Painkillers got my lil' bitch on go She ready to eat up the dick My main hitters, call up the gang members They was already on a lick Hangin' with Migos, all these drugs and guns Think we Mexican (Freebandz) He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea) I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (we keepin' it street) I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (you still gon' get beat) How much it cost? It never been cheap (it never been) Turn your clique up, dawg (turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dawg (turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (boss 'em up) Turn your clique up, dawg (turn 'em up) Turn your bitch up, dawg (turn her up) Tying these streets, can't cross it (cross 'em up) All these streets need bosses (boss 'em up)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Basil Von Stietencron, Chi Nhan Trieu, Anh Tuan Antoine Tran, Maximilian Mcfarlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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