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Even Count
4.133
Hip-Hop/Rap
Even Count foi lançado em 23 de agosto de 2019 por Def Jam Recordings como parte do álbum From My Point Of View: Reloaded
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Data de lançamento23 de agosto de 2019
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM75

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Landstrip Chip
Landstrip Chip
Interpretação
OG Parker
OG Parker
Baixo
BRYVN
BRYVN
Teclados
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jordan Holt-May
Jordan Holt-May
Composição
Terence Williams
Terence Williams
Composição
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Composição
Ryan Martinez
Ryan Martinez
Composição
Bryan Yepes
Bryan Yepes
Composição
Donald Paton
Donald Paton
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Tee Romano
Tee Romano
Produção
OG Parker
OG Parker
Produção
BRYVN
BRYVN
Produção
G. Ry
G. Ry
Produção
Christopher Ulrich
Christopher Ulrich
Engenharia (gravação)
Felix Leone
Felix Leone
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
So much fuckin' play, but can he count?
Yeah, drippin' on these haters, what I found, yeah
Came up on them ****, now they doubt it
Rags to riches, ain't no doubt about it
I'm tryna my best to keep it real
You **** be playin', I'm out here chasin' these mills
If you come and you say it, girl, we up in the hills
[Verse 2]
These **** be mad and sit on they ass
But fuck it, I'm bossin' up
I gotta my bag, now I got 'em mad
That's why I don't talk too much
Yeah, you got a swag, and I got a swag
But your shit don't cost as much, no
Don't know why you be cappin', goin' out
These **** be flawed as fuck
I jump out the six and jump in the Benz
Hope you come with a friend
You know that we fuckin' in my ends
Walk in, Tom Ford, and blow some thousands on my lens
Screaming, "Bonjour", 'cause i just flew the ho in from France
She don't know how far, she say that's her favorite stance
Like a gold course, got all this green shit on my pants
Got no remorse, fuck these **** and how they playin'
And who they came with
Since I started, been on the same shit
This shit retarded, know how that fame gets
[Verse 3]
So much fuckin' play, but can he count?
Yeah, drippin' on these haters, what I found, yeah
Came up on them ****, now they doubt it
Rags to riches, ain't no doubt about it
I'm tryna my best to keep it real
You **** be playin', I'm out here chasin' these mills
If you come and you say it, girl, we up in the hills
[Verse 4]
We're shootin' shots and I can't miss
You look like Voss, sittin' on my wrist
Just spent your profit on my bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I work so hard to live like this
Expensive cars, expensive cribs
A hundred million's on my list
I got good aim, but I won't miss
Finna work at the bank, jump in the Brinks tank
Back and forth on the plane, how I'm livin' my life these days
Chasin' commas after commas
Two racks on Louis V, bum
Got your own bag, don't need a sponsor
Glad you stayed down, this shit enormous
I'm a VIP ****, I'm very important
This ain't on me, this God's gift
Ain't spendin' this shit with caution
Been gettin' this shit so often, yeah
[Verse 5]
So much fuckin' play, but can he count?
Yeah, drippin' on these haters, what I found, yeah
Came up on them ****, now they doubt it
Rags to riches, ain't no doubt about it
I'm tryna my best to keep it real
You **** be playin', I'm out here chasin' these mills
If you come and you say it, girl, we up in the hills
Written by: Bryan Yepes, Donald Paton, Jordan Holt-May, OG Parker, Ryan Martinez, Terence Williams
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