ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Harleaux
D. Harleaux
Songwriter
J. Fitch
J. Fitch
Songwriter
labraye quavon franklin
labraye quavon franklin
Songwriter
S. Franklin
S. Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curren$y
Curren$y
Executive Producer
Sean McCoy
Sean McCoy
Engineer
Mousa Hamdan
Mousa Hamdan
Executive Producer
Tal Miller
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
Monsta Beatz
Monsta Beatz
Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Uh, poolside, too high
With three bitches for four nights
I'm finna dip, be outty 5
In that 600 Benz or that 750i
Ate nine slices of that humble pie
But you know I still talk my shit, right?
What you tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio at least one time?
It's cool though, we gettin' major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools though it was us the whole time
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But sun do what the sun do, rise
Hit the game like a piñata, tryna get a prize
Outta ridin', got my bottom bitch, she give me the best top
A se pistol gettin' shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl, 'cause gettin'
[Verse 2]
My top down, bitch in a bikini
My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
I'm here now, what's going on this evening?
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it
I know you see it, ****, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way but I know you see it
[Verse 3]
Courtside, a few drinks
Cussin' at the referee, his officiatin' stinks
Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels
Like a Brink truck, way tough, **** never budge
I'm a sphinx, what? Marvel at my stance
Ask your girl what she think, she can't even respond
'Cause her mind is now mine, fool, I ain't lyin'
'Less it's cross the couch, sleepin' with my shoes on
Just in case I have to wake up and be out, once again it's on
Mama bring my bong to the game room
With nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but you man's on his papers
Spendin' them
Stackin' them, fillin' them, wrappin' them
Lightin' them, never passin' them
I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help
That's how we do it now, fall through the Jetset manor
Bring your own ounce, this is new Jet City, baby girl
Rub your titties
[Verse 4]
My top down, bitch in a bikini
My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
I'm here now, what's going on this evening?
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it
I know you see it, ****, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way but I know you see me
Written by: D. Harleaux, J. Fitch, S. Franklin, labraye quavon franklin
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