म्यूज़िक वीडियो
म्यूज़िक वीडियो
क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Composer
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Colin Magdamo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
Producer
Colin Magdamo
Producer
Yeat
Mixing Engineer
गाने
[Intro]
Remember
Remember
[Intro]
I-I-I'm working on dyin'
BNYX
[Verse 1]
Red bottles up, money gettin' slain
Red bottles up, hundred mill in cash, nothin' I'd change, now I got fame
Own a lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch, ha
[Verse 2]
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a flame Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mill every day, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
[Verse 3]
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'Bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I just been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on they self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel, ooh-ooh
[Bridge]
Fly, fly, fly, fly, yeah
I been gettin' fly, fly, fly, get high to the moon, uh
Fly, fly, fly, gettin' high to the moon, man
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly-fly-fly-fly
[Verse 4]
Red bottles up, money gettin' slain
Red bottles up, hundred mill in cash, nothin' I'd change, now I got fame
Own a lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch, ha
[Verse 5]
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a flame Glock on my side every day, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mill every day, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
[Verse 6]
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'Bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I just been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on they self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel, ooh-ooh
Written by: Benjamin Saint Fort, Colin Magdamo, Noah Smith