Muziekvideo
Muziekvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Miguel Cortidor
Songwriter
Danyal Ahmed
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Pierre Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Wolf
Producer
Soldado
Producer
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
I'm a lucky bastard
My car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghost writer
I'm afraid of Casper
I fucked her one time
Then my homie fucked right after
Always keep it real
I ain't never been a actor
[Verse 2]
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
[Verse 3]
Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money
Got a Tommy on the Kawasaki blowing out a onion
Take it from Lucas, I got 'em itching
They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys
And they drinking on Activis, what a feeling
Mama told me drink water, flush out my kidney
I'm a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger
Your bitch a happy camper
Got a iPhone, she a snapper
I know some rappers but know some more trappers
They got more money than you rappers
Talk like an actor, you smoking tobacco
My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a capper
I'm gonna do my dab like the Heisman
I want a coach, I'm Quavo O'Ryan
Look at the feds, I know that they spying
I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans
Hop in my rocket, I bet they can't find me
Fuck all that bullshit and stop with that nonsense
These Benjamin justing got something in common
All of my **** 'bout money and violence
[Verse 4]
For real, for real, for real
This territory shit is real
Fuck how a **** gon' feel, ultra gripping on the steel
Thinking about going to Beverly Hills
Get a mansion, 'bout twenty-eight mils
No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill
Turn it then I pop a seal
[Verse 5]
I'm a lucky bastard
My car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghost writer
I'm afraid of Casper
I fucked her one time
Then my homie fucked right after
Always keep it real
I ain't never been a actor
[Verse 6]
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
[Verse 7]
I've been spending every penny
Monday up in Magic City
Sucking on those tig ol' bitties
Diamond dancing on me like they Diddy
I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty
I been popping bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky
Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki
She be with the menage and come from Philly
Yeah, swear that my father's killing me
All of these racks, breaking my back
These dollar signs is crippling me
Yeah, I look in her eyes, I'm an enemy
I come from the trap, my **** attack
You won't recognize your family
[Verse 8]
I'm a lucky bastard
My car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghost writer
I'm afraid of Casper
I fucked her one time
Then my homie fucked right after
Always keep it real
I ain't never been a actor
[Verse 9]
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
Written by: Danyal Ahmed, Darold Brown, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Miguel Cortidor, Pierre Thomas, Quavious Marshall
