Видео

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Future
Future
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Автор песен
Willie Byrd
Willie Byrd
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Will-A-Fool
Will-A-Fool
Продюсер
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Инженер
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Миксинг-инженер
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Ассистент инженера
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Ассистент инженера
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Ready for whatever Clever as it get Do I really gotta explain myself Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up Might as well just give your ho up I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (Skip to my lou) Okay fish butter, chicken cutter (okay) Maserati, we get mozzarella (okay), ayy Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long (brrr) I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong (brrr) I need, good drank, big strong (brrr) Durk 'dem call me big papi, I get big cocky (brrr) Uh oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh oh) Uh oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh oh) They know, I'm a millionaire from freestyling Uh oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh oh) Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop Toto, keep the receipt, I'm a bad boy Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that's a jag boy I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy I was hustlin' in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa) My mama shed a few tears but I wasn't sad boy (whoa whoa) Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa) I took a pill and a half today, that ain't my last boy (whoa) The one with the beans on it, I'm taking off like Elroy I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head I'm living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up Might as well just give your ho up I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck I get wavy like a goat Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts I'm off the porch, I'm skippin' court Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (Skip to my lou) Okay fish butter, chicken cutter (okay) Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy Go'n, you doin' that wrong (out of here), Al Capone Don't talk on phones but we get dope money all night long
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Willie Jerome Byrd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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