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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Engineer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Jimmy Lepe
Jimmy Lepe
Engineer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Meeboob
Meeboob
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Engineer
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Producer

Lyrics

Motorcycle patches on my jacket Rip all the money out the plastic Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' Gave her everything, now what you asking Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics Popped up a bean like a talent Eat up all the green, taste just like salad 40 on my hand like it's new fashion Blastin' Huncho, yeah yeah She gon' make that a dribble, playin' basket (ball) Don't call it cuffin', nigga, I ain't passin' (woo) Niggas pourin' fours, poppin' seals like caskets (drip it) Nawfside hot, boy I bought a dragon (yeah) I get it, you grill (he) VIP spread the bills (spread) M's the deal (deal), spinnin' the fortune wheel (spinnin') Four by four (wooh), skrrting all the wheels (skrrt) Eskimo (brr), icy necks and grills (wooh) Watch out, watch out Big Baller Brand, watch out (watch out) This for the fam', watch out (watch out) It's my time, don't clock out (time) Three way pack, we knock out (knock out) Molly make her bite down (bite down) 42 Pistons, Stackhouse (boss) Nigga we winnin', racks out (cash racks) Motorcycle patches on my jacket (yeah) Rip all the money out the plastic (it's lit) Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' (pop it, pop it) Gave her everything, now whatch you asking (alright) Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics Popped up a bean like a talent Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (yeah) 40 on my hand like it's new fashion (yeah yeah) Blastin' Fuck shit up, we fuck shit up We got, we stuck, drugs got me stuck Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked (Ice, ice, yeah) We gon' rope I can't stop no more on my time I can go, yeah (oh oh) If I send these flicks to your phone, you can't leave (nah) Motorcycle patches is earned on the streets (ah, ah) Fuck shit up, we done fucked shit up It got me stuck, it done got me stuck Drugs got me stuck, drugs got me stuck Diamonds are tucked, diamonds are tucked, (ahh) yeah Jacket got stripes (alright), I been blessed in with the knights (blessed) Just turned 25 yeah (five) Goin' in like I'm doin' 25 to life (ahh) I am alone, out of sight At they crib, come take a hike And it feel not the Hills I been eatin' like it's ice (straight up) No more grills, they like wheels make me ill at the sight Even still scroll through the reals Missed a time zone, we here Don't even age, yeah she know (yeah) You was tried, never hope (yeah yeah) You was real, Jack and Jill Like the pill had a woke, uh (it's lit), yeah Motorcycle patches on my jacket (yeah) Rip all the money out the plastic (yeah yeah) Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' (pop it, pop it) Gave her everything, now whatch you asking (don't) Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics (oh) Popped up a bean like a talent (yeah yeah) Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (it's lit) 40 on my hand like it's new fashion Blastin' (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Joshua Howard Luellen, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Adam King Feeney, Jonathan Demario Priester, Kaan Gunesberk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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