ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodtdogg
Producer
歌詞
Feel like Elon cause bitch I'm a spaceman
Know I be on that shit gotta take chances
Got weed by the zip twenty eight grams
And my team is legit ain't no fake friends
Top speed in the whip like the brakes jammed
Smoking Freon so lit I need Ray-Bans
How you scheme and then think we gon shake hands
Point the beam at his bean make him breakdance
Feel like Elon cause bitch I'm a spaceman
Know I be on that shit gotta take chances
Got weed by the zip twenty eight grams
And my team is legit ain't no fake friends
Top speed in the whip like the brakes jammed
Smoking Freon so lit I need Ray-Bans
How you scheme and then think we gon shake hands
Point the beam at his bean make him breakdance
Hoe I ain't paying for fake fans
Tryna play with the dough like I spray pans
Going straight to the show when the plane lands
Getting paid like I'm owed by the Rain Man
No mistaking my flow not a faint chance
Tryna break in my home watch for paint cans
Sick of taking it slow gotta chase M's
Making paper the goal been to gain bands
Let a hater get hit with a stray round
Have him shaking his fist like a straight clown
Til my name on the list imma stay down
I'll be famous as shit just you wait now
Look how it's playing out
Putting that work in no sir I ain't wait around
I had to make it count
Cause I want great amounts all in my bank account
Can't fuck with Satan now
Sorry if I made you doubt me
Feel like Elon cause bitch I'm a spaceman
Know I be on that shit gotta take chances
Got weed by the zip twenty eight grams
And my team is legit ain't no fake friends
Top speed in the whip like the brakes jammed
Smoking Freon so lit I need Ray-Bans
How you scheme and then think we gon shake hands
Point the beam at his bean make him breakdance
Feel like Elon cause bitch I'm a spaceman
Know I be on that shit gotta take chances
Got weed by the zip twenty eight grams
And my team is legit ain't no fake friends
Top speed in the whip like the brakes jammed
Smoking Freon so lit I need Ray-Bans
How you scheme and then think we gon shake hands
Point the beam at his bean make him breakdance
Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald
