Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
AJSTAYWORKIN
AJSTAYWORKIN
Recording Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah (Metro) MetroThuggin, long overdue, no cap No bap, slatt I don't care none 'bout this superstardom shit That's on God Maserati, skrrt, mask off (skrrt, skrrt) Throw some ten on, get so real (yeah) Drink some Mad Dog (some Mad Dog) Richer than I ever been (woo), I don't wanna know no cost (know no cost) I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (know no ho) I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf I'm lovin' to pop off (I'm lovin' it) I put the sweat on the head (I put it, I put it) The seats are hot sauce (I put it, woo) Spread a few racks and they mad (why?) Yeah, I'm a top dog Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (on God) And the one with the top off (on God) Now if you look up under my wrist, you'll see a bunch of racks (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Got big baguettes on my neck and I got my hoochie bag (ski, let's go, let's go, let's get it) Like Donald Trump on my account, I got my billions up (swear) First thing I did was make sure that my whole family up (yeah) Spotted a helicopter and I swerve up on the block (grrah, grrah, phew) This is a Lambo' (woo), it just can go up to any shelf (skrrt) I'm never stoppin', and I keep a big old M tucked (On God) I showed her Dr. Miami, now she got her titties and her tummy tucked (Dr. Miami) Oh, oh, drink 'til we throw up Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs (woah) Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her (woah) Would she let me fuck her? (Woah) I got money, I just wanna fuck her Caramel skin, I make her supper Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse (woah) Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey) Throw some ten on, get so real, drink some Mad Dog (let's go) Richer than I ever been, I don't wanna know no cost (don't wanna know no cost) I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear) I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf (yeah) I'm lovin' to pop off (pop off) I put the sweat on the head (why?) The seats are hot sauce (woo) Spread a few racks and they mad (phew) Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm up) Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (what?) And the one with the top off (woo, woo) Tell me what you see when you just see a nigga like me Tell me what you see when you could see a nigga like me Tell me what you thinkin' when you think a nigga like me Tell me how you balance when you plankin' on a milli' I'm happy 'bout you (happy) Baby, tell me how you been (yeah) And I (and I), just wanna tell you that I miss the way you Suck it (yeah), fuck it (and), love it (yeah) Me and my buddies (and who?), cousins (yeah), yeah, yeah Baby, pop that pussy (pop it), I just want exotic weed Biscotti and cookies (argh) I just print a thousand sheets of paper, then I kush it (swear) Used to have a thousand pieces of mud on my hoodie (woo) Now I keep a hundred thousand large in my hoodie (woo) And I still got a thousand bitches, yeah (yeah) Ain't ashamed to tell you that I got her out of Tootsies (woo) She's snortin' Machine Gun Kelly She got machine guns with thousands of bullets (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey) Throw some ten on, get so real, drink some Mad Dog (let's go) Richer than I ever been, I don't wanna know no cost (don't wanna know no cost) I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear) I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf (yeah) I'm lovin' to pop off (pop off) I put the sweat on the head (why?) The seats are hot sauce (woo) Spread a few racks and they mad (phew) Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm up) Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (what?) And the one with the top off (on God) Oh, oh, drink 'til we throw up Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her Would she let me fuck her? I got money, I just wanna fuck her Caramel skin, I make her supper Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse I got money, I just wanna fuck her Caramel skin, I make her supper Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse
Writer(s): Leland Wayne, Jeffery Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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