Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
Vocals
DubXX
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Enoch Harris
Songwriter
Eric Allen
Songwriter
Richard Colson Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Producer
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Mixing Engineer
Brandon “SlimXX” Allen
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of hella quarters like I'm 'bout to feed the meter, only
Two seaters on me, two chiefers
We ain't even parking, we just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high-fives, Peter
Pan full of yams, trees lit like Christmas Eve
I'm so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins, I'm saying
[Verse 2]
Roll up, my ****, what's the hold up, my ****?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola, my ****
Where I'm from, you get popped, that ain't soda, my ****
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ****
[Verse 3]
Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch, still up from last night
Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
Aw man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like you're on the moon touring?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalking
Moving backwards, rolling Backwoods, I don't care who's watching
EST a fucking army, I'm the platoon sergeant
[Verse 4]
Roll up, my ****, what's the hold up, my ****?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola, my ****
Where I'm from, you get popped, that ain't soda, my ****
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ****
[Verse 5]
Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
Tank full, going to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, hey
It's a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain't nobody realer than us
Ain't nobody triller than us
Hey, Birdman hands on 'em
Hermes smell on him
Bitch, you know we coming out the van
Shout out to the fans
[Verse 6]
Early Monday morning, ha ha
I packed a Tumi bag high as fuck, already soaring
Where you going? Space station, engine roaring
Getting face in a foreign
Sex tape like it's porn
Space game with the Martians
I don't ever do the norm
[Verse 7]
Hey, we only stepping out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, ha ha
[Verse 8]
Roll up, my ****, what's the hold up, my ****?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola, my ****
Where I'm from, you get popped, that ain't soda, my ****
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ****
[Verse 9]
Roll up, my ****, what's the hold up, my ****?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola, my ****
Where I'm from, you get popped, that ain't soda, my ****
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ****
Written by: Colson Baker, E. Allen, Enoch Harris, Enoch Harris Iii
