क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ferdinand fka Left Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ferdinand Sarnitz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maximilian Walch
Mixing Engineer
Sam John
Mastering Engineer
Ferdinand fka Left Boy
Producer
गाने
[Intro]
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
[Verse 1]
What a fuckin' blast from the past
I'm back with the pizazz
I'm tappin' that ass (Yeah)
Jump in, I'ma gonna step on my gas
L-E-F-T back on the track (Yeah)
So sick, take it back to the lap
Tell the label, "Put another hundred grand in the bag"
Every girl want a man like that
See your boy doing numbers on the gram
Yeah, this shit's mad
[PreChorus]
Bring it back, take another crack at the line
Hope I get it right this time
Do a little dance, we can romance
Baby girl, you look so fine, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm faded
Daddy, I think I'vе made it
Fuck being underratеd
I wanna have everything they did
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
[Verse 2]
Whatcha lookin' at, baby
Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
For the rest of your life, I'll be there
I'll be stuck in your head like
The roots of your hair, I'm the
They know I'm the one
She wanna get down like pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Indo in my lungs
Back from LA with the young guns (Vroom-vroom)
Too fast, too furious
Lifestyle so luxurious
Pull up in the new range
And they like, "Yo, who's this?"
It's Ferdinand
[PreChorus]
Bring it back, take another crack at the line
Hope I get it right this time
Do a little dance, we can romance
Baby girl, you look so fine, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm faded
Daddy, I think I've made it
Fuck being underrated
I wanna have everything they did
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
[Outro]
Whatcha lookin' at, baby
Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
For the rest of your life, I'll be there
I'll be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair
Written by: Ferdinand Sarnitz

