クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Highway
Highway
Vocals
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Composer
Mekhi Rogers
Mekhi Rogers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Highway
Highway
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Chance Hubbard
Chance Hubbard
Mixing Engineer
X-jay
X-jay
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mastering Engineer
Music by xjay
Music by xjay
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Mhm
Hold up, go, shawty, nonsense (Phew)
My hitter don't miss, uh, uh
I came with a stick and drum (And drum)
Look at your bitch high as me, as I know (Uh)
Stuck on the moon, we can go (Let's go)
Then we get high, you know we get very high
Opened before, uh, opened before (I did)
I let the ho leave with my coat (My coat)
But I get her wet like a boat (Oh-woah)
And you know I'm right like a note (A note)
I step on the pedal like rosary (Oh woah)
I count fast, I gotta' get more (More)
I count fast, I gotta' get more (Go)
Bih, uh, I'm geeked, uh
I'm geeked uh, I'm geeked, uh (Let's go)
You know I get high, we freak, uh (Let's freak)
The dope, uh, is cheap, uh (Is cheap)
My bitch hot, she neat, uh (Yes)
We drive, we leave (Let's go)
Her attitude, uh, she keep (Woah, she keep)
My gratitude, uh, for me (Oh)
I'm up, heh, I'm up (I'm out)
Hey bitch, hey, what's up? (Hey)
You don't want stuff in yo' cup? (Yo' cup)
Think you count fast, what's up? (What's up?)
Money, I'm fly, fuck a rug (Uh)
Too many hoes in the club (Uh, uh, ha)
Let's go rich a lot
Fft, uh, you know what it does
Hold up, go, shawty, nonsense
My hitter don't miss, uh, uh
I came with a stick and drum (And drum)
Look at your bitch high as me, as I know (Uh)
Stuck on the moon, we can go (Let's go)
Then we get high, you know we get very high
Opened before, uh, opened before (I did)
I let the ho leave with my coat (My coat)
But I get her wet like a boat (Oh-woah)
And you know I'm right like a note (A note)
I step on the pedal like rosary (Oh woah)
I count fast, I gotta' get more (More)
I count fast, I gotta' get more
Anywhere, anywhere
I was high as fuck outside, you was never there
I give it to you 'til the morn' if its in the air
We don't play fair when I'm coming here
Fu-Fu-Fuck it up, high ho
Do that perc, in your nose
Fuck it up, choppin' that soap
That gas low, oh, where did ya' go?
Bad hoes, bad hoes
Sad ho, mad ho
Cash on the damn floor
Young sloppy ass, ho
Written by: Mekhi Rogers, Nick Mira
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