Video musicale

Lil Baby - Live Off My Closet feat. Future (Official Audio)
Guarda il video musicale per {trackName} di {artistName}

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Ashley Peck
Ashley Peck
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer
Priority Beats
Priority Beats
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Testi

(Who made this beat?) Drippin' (Twysted Genius, baby) Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin' I can live off my closet before I go broke I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (note) Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (choke) I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (boat) We in the store, she don't know which one gold This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s Team full of shooters, pull up and they score I got the drop on the opp, it's a go I get two hundred racks every night for a show I know it's a blessing Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('leven) I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven) I just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger He won't let nobody get the best of him Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla Plus she wan' let me get it in, so I left with her I got too many women, Baby Hefner I let the lil' bros keep the extra I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em Making these deals, numbers come in decimals Or I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front I make a million dollars every other month As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run Can't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son I can live off my closet before I go broke I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (note) Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (choke) I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (boat) We in the store, she don't know which one gold This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats I can live off my closet before I go broke I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (note) Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (choke) I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (boat) We in the store, she don't know which one gold This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (yeah) I got too much Givenchy in the closet (yeah) Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (yeah) And I got more oil than a Saudi (yeah) I don't know what made 'em doubt me (yeah) Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (yeah) I got the jeweler, the mula (yeah) I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (yeah) Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (yeah) I'm flippin' this money the fastest (yeah) Bitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores Ain't no more regular diamonds My shit coming with a passport And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (yeah) I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (yeah, yeah, yeah) I done went to New York to spend at Dior (yeah) I got the gas like BP (Pluto) Throw the party when you see the opps, nigga No clown shit, we send 'em six feet I done spent millions in CC (what up?) I done made millions with RiRi (Super) I can live off my closet before I go broke I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (note) Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (choke) I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (boat) We in the store, she don't know which one gold This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats I can live off my closet before I go broke I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (note) Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (choke) I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (boat) We in the store, she don't know which one gold This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
Writer(s): Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Dominique Armani Jones, Ashley Marie Gainey, Deundraeus Portis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out