Listen to Nightcrawler (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef) by Travis Scott

Nightcrawler (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef)

Travis Scott

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Travis Scott ft. Swae Lee, Chief Keef - Nightcrawler (Instrumental)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Vocals
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
Whodini
Whodini
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Glenda Proby
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Albert Chee
Albert Chee
Assistant Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Recording Engineer
Blake Harden
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Recording Engineer
Kez Khou
Kez Khou
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stuart Innis
Stuart Innis
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, uh Did you have the time of your life? Let's have the after-party at my place Ayy, do you have some spare change? On me, I've got hundreds I'll throw in your face Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys Dope, I'm so dope All these hunnies pilin' on the floor And we stuntin', know you see the glow Throw these hundreds, thought I'd let you know Since L.A., I've been puttin' on Cirque du Soleil, goin' on and on I got this money, tell me what you want For this money, can you drop it low? Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys Mm, when the night calls, oh-oh-oh When the night calls, oh-oh-oh Yeah, order more bottles (order more bottles) Order more models (order more models) Order more hours (order more hours) Shots on an island (shots on an island) Hotter than the summer (hotter than the summer) The winter couldn't chill me (the winter couldn't chill me) Young, free, and wildin' (young, free, and wildin') So order more kidneys (so order more kidneys) Freaks come out at night We bring our fantasy to life Point me to the ice And I don't need your drink, high off life Uh, someone kill the lights I brought the party favors, just get piped All my b- right But I want you and you tonight Yeah, order more bottles (order more bottles) Order more models (order more models) Order more hours (order more hours) Shots on an island (shots on an island) Hotter than the summer (hotter than the summer) The winter couldn't chill me (the winter couldn't chill me) Young, free, and wildin' (young, free, and wildin') So order more kidneys (so order more kidneys) When the night crawls All the money, all the -, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want -, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls Ayy, walked up in the bank (bank) Ordered me some funds (beep) Walked in the strip club Order me some ones (gang) I walked up in the gun store (huh?) Ordered me some guns (bang-bang) Your bitch walked up in the spot And she ordered me for lunch (gang, gang) I just ordered me some brunch (ayy) Korean spicy garlic (ayy) Bitch, I come from eating McDonald's (uh-huh) Girl, you know I'm from the projects (ayy) Like I'm a G, I come through mobbin' Like Wu-T-A-N-G, we come through wildin' I ain't chicken, Killer Caesar with the chopper (bang-bang) Boy, you don't blow no poles, I know, I know (no, no, no) I got me some angles I got me some money, fuck, I got me some haters (ayy) I got me some FedEx (ayy, ayy), I got me some cake I got me some UPS, I got me a freight, ayy (gang, gang) Order some more money (beep) Order some more money (beep) Order some more money (beep) Order some more bottles (ayy) Order some more b- (ayy) Order some more money (gang) I know you wanna be rich, bitch (gang, gang) When the night crawls All the money, all the -, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want -, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night crawls All the money, all the -, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want -, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all Always when the night calls
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Leland Tyler Wayne, Allen Ritter, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Keith Cozart, Joshua Howard Luellen, Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown, Mike Dean, Bryan Lamar Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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