Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
mgk
Vocals
Betty Idol
Betty Idol
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
mgk
mgk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase N. Cashe
Chase N. Cashe
Producer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Steve Dickey
Steve Dickey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chase and Cash
Can the drummer get some huh?
[Verse 2]
Indeed, phat tracks, good weed
Anthrax, you know we loud
Baby the bands back
Smoking hash
Now my hashtag's pass that
[Verse 3]
And I never need cash back
My green is on the credit of the fact
That I'm the motherfucking man, jack
Coming straight out of the land
Where them Cavs at
Good stock of tree to take me
Higher than the Nasdaq
[Verse 4]
Burn something
Me and my friends fried
Spicy chicken sandwich
Some burgers and french fries
And my cherry slushie
That's red as my friend's eyes
So god damn high
I fell asleep in my friend's ride
[Verse 5]
Fucked up
But these the days I live for
For every jay I smoke
I fuck a bitch, I'm a nympho
I wouldn't trade this for a million bucks
My best friends, my blunts
And my chucks, what's up?
[Verse 6]
(La la la la la)
Look at the clock like
(La la la la la)
It don't stop huh
(La la la la la)
Stay up all night
(La la la la la)
We just watch uh
(La la la la la)
Bumping that new shit
(La la la la la)
This my jam
So roll it up
And let's float again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
I wake up to no rules, no bed
We crashing on the couch
Leftover food, no bread
I guess we eating out
A couple hoops, fuck yeah
You know we balling out
And after that?
Smoke sesh, we never on a drought
[Verse 8]
We got them swishers, king size
Zig Zags and all utensils
OG kush big bags
Edibles in the kitchen
Plus the air match the smoke
Around my tattoo'd intials
So fire up that motherfucking bong
Like it's a missile
[Verse 9]
Where the bitches
Somebody call the cell
And tell 'em bring the liquor
Some mixers and high heels
I'm half naked and all these ladies
Is as well
And you would be if you burn like we burning
I'm hot as hell
[Verse 10]
Shells stuffed with the finest
Product these dealers sell
I swear we done ran through more paper
This summer than the mail
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Let's get by
And live for the moment, let's get high
And we floating like
[Verse 11]
(La la la la la)
Look at the clock like
(La la la la la)
It don't stop huh
(La la la la la)
Stay up all night
(La la la la la)
We just watch uh
(La la la la la)
Bumping that new shit
(La la la la la)
This my jam
So roll it up
And let's float again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 12]
Hey welcome to fuck you burger
May I take your order?
Yeah let me get uh
Let me get sixteen double double cheeseburgers
Four of them without cheese
But still give them the same love you would give a cheesburger
Okay okay
Aye add two more burgers
Eighteen burgers total
Alright lemme get, lemme get
Five of the circus fries
Three of them just put one french fry in there
But put the same amount of sauce as if all of the french fries
Are in there
That is retarded, are you high
And five milkshakes
But which one of y'all got money
I'm broke, hello, damn
[Verse 13]
(La la la la la)
Look at the clock like
(La la la la la)
It don't stop huh
(La la la la la)
Stay up all night
(La la la la la)
We just watch uh
(La la la la la)
Bumping that new shit
(La la la la la)
This my jam
So roll it up
And let's float again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Aaron Rodney Blaise Harry, Colson Baker, J. Woodard, Jesse Woodard Iv, Trevor Bastow
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...