Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Composer
B. Saint Fort
B. Saint Fort
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
Yeat
Yeat
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I-I-I-I I-I-I-I I-I-I-I-I'm working on dying BNYX Riding with my demons, I can't take nothin' back Yeah (yeah) Riding with my demons, they my deadliest twins, ah Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance Whole lot of mud inside this motherfuckin' building (yeah) Whole lot of motherfuckin' money in this building (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah) All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah" Riding in this motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah" Riding in this motherfuckin' Urus (oh, oh), I said, "Hell yeah" Pullin' up in a 300 S, make it, hell yeah Diamonds on my motherfuckin' Patek, I said, "Hell yeah" Where you think I got this fuckin' money?, I said, "Hell yeah" (yeah, woah) All this fuckin' money brand new, you could smell it (shh) All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti How the fuck you play me in the worst, still not enough yeah All this fuckin' cash, I went and spent, I still went bought it (yeah) Santa Claus, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches naughty (yeah) I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah) Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin', it spittin', that motherfuckin' clean it up (ah) Swervin' then dippin', I yanking that bitch to the side, then motherfucker eat it up I give a fuck what they sayin', the motherfuckin' rest, the best, I heard enough (shh, shh, shh, shh) Shut up, shut up, shut up, bitch, yeah, heard enough (yeah) All these motherfuckers fed, they motherfuckin' snitchin', motherfuckin' slurrin' up Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, in that body be spillin', they turnin' up I just be wanna be geeked in a minute, the sky, the private jet it not enough (yeah) Wait, I counted it up, but it's not addin' up (no) Some of these motherfuckers lying, somebody dyin', it's already sad enough (yeah) Half of these mothefuckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' daddy's son I'm already up in the space, these motherfuckers done 'cause I already done enough Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Riding with my demons, I can't take nothin' back Yeah (yeah) Riding with my demons, they my deadliest twins, ah Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance Whole lot of mud inside this motherfucking building (yeah) Whole lot of motherfucking money in this building (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah) All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah" Riding in this motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah" Riding in this motherfuckin' Urus (oh oh), I said, "Hell yeah" Pullin' up in a 300 S, make it, hell yeah Diamonds on my motherfuckin' Patek, I said, "Hell yeah" Where you think I got this fuckin' money?, I said, "Hell yeah" (yeah, woah) All this fuckin' money brand new, you could smell it (shh) All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti How the fuck you play me in the worst, still not enough yeah All this fuckin' cash, I went and spent, I still went bought it (yeah) Santa Claus, yeah my bitches bad, bitches naughty (yeah) I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah) Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it spittin', that mo'fuckin' clean it up (ah) Swervin' then dippin' I yanking that bitch to the side, then motherfucker eat it up I give a fuck what they sayin', the motherfuckin' rest, the best, I heard enough (sh, sh, sh, sh, sh) Yeah Yeah I-I
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