Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Belly
Belly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Songwriter
Mally Mall
Mally Mall
Songwriter
Oluwaseyi Agbeti
Oluwaseyi Agbeti
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
French Montana
French Montana
Producer
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
Mally Mall
Mally Mall
Producer
Mixx
Mixx
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Scorp Dezel
Scorp Dezel
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Coke Boy, baby
What that mean?
It's, uh, le temps de Paris
Is that good?
L'espace, maybe
Frenchy, pourquoi tu y es allƩ?
Where are you going?
La mĆŗsica de Harry Fraud
[Chorus]
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, over proof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, over proof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
[Verse 1]
Ayy, glimpse in the matrix
Needle in a haystack with fire in my fragrance
Started from the pavement
No elevator, took the steps from the basement
Ayy, go crazy being patient
He started serving patients, read, become a patient, ayy
Mama say your graces
Richard Mille cases, caught me doin' cases
Click, clack, boom, survival
Spend a day with us, write a novel
Talkin' ice drip, baby, get your goggles
Drink it up, drink it up, out the bottle
She might get pregnant if she swallow
Could've hit Fashion Week but I ain't a model
Ayy, grindin' like my first year
Liquor store lookin' closer than church here
Come jump in this ride
Might make you just hop out the car, get your bible
My heart jumpin' like the judge when he 'bout to give my dawg seven-five and hit the hammer
Man, I couldn't budge, dropped a tear when I turned around, looked at his mama
'Cause fake friends disappear like the time on the Rollie on your hands, ayy
Mama say a prayer for us, hope you hear our blessings, even though we drinking Henny, ayy
Slanging dope still, smoke about a whole field, bitches give me no chill
I supply the whole meal, I just hope he don't tell, 'cause murder give me no chill
Father God, our Father
Father God, our Father
Elijah the thirteenth, drinking on LOUIS XIII, it's PG-13, ayy
Al Pacino on his first screen
Young Morocco, he was thirteen
[Chorus]
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, over proof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Getting drunk, I'm telling sober truths, over proof
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I've been on that '42, shorty too
Just say your goodbye
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, Karim Kharbouch, Mally Mall, Oluwaseyi Agbeti, Rory Quigley
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