Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wrongonyou
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Austin Post
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done change ever since I was young
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I would be nothing
[Verse 2]
Now, they always say, congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain't ever had a dedication
People hate, say we changed, and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it
[Verse 3]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now, I'm jumping out the Bentley
And I know I sound dramatic
But I know I had to have it
[Verse 4]
For the morning, I'm a savage
I been itching like an allergen
I'm surrounded, twenty bad bitch
But they didn't know me last year
[Verse 5]
Everyone wanna act like they're important
But all that ain't mean nothing when it's all done
Everyone counting on me, I could drop the ball
Everything custom like on the border, yeah
[Verse 6]
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense of work, got millions on my mind
Coming with the bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they can see it in my heart
[Verse 7]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done change ever since I was young
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I would be nothing
[Verse 8]
Now, they always say, congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ever had a dedication
People hate, say we changed, and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it
[Verse 9]
I was patient, yo, I was patient
Now, I can scream, look that we made it
Now, everyone, everywhere, I got a sick revelation
Yo, yo, the graduation
[Verse 10]
I pick up the rock and the ball, baby
I'm looking for someone to call, baby
But right, got a situation
Never old, Ben being Franklins
[Verse 11]
Big rings, champagne
My life is like at a ball game
Balling, I aim on the trap folks
Cars is so big and they call it Super Bowl
[Verse 12]
Super Bowl, count the hoes, and get the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, got the post
Hey, Malone, I gotta play on the phone
Yeah, you know what I'm on
Did it and it's gone
[Verse 13]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done change ever since I was young
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I would be nothing
[Verse 14]
Now, they always say, congratulations
Worked so hard, forget how to vacation
They ain't ever had a dedication
People hate, say we changed, and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it
Written by: Adam Feeney, Austin Post, Carl Rosen, Leland Wayne, Louis Bell, Quavious Marshall