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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer

Lyrics

Oh my god Honorable C.N.O.T.E Oh my god Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on Aye Hold up Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop-top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop-top, she drop dead My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands Yeah, hold up I don't know what planet I'm on I'm a king, lil' bitch watch the throne I feel like Voldo, I'll chop off your arms (Off your arms, yuh) Steady causin' havoc, yeah (Yeah) Bitch I'm ballin' hard just like a Maverick (Yeah) Money stretch long lil' bitch, like elastic Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy Know I keep a ratchet (Alright) If you play, boy I'll turn your ass to ashes, yeah Automatic, doo-doo-doo-doo, bitch, I'm blastin', yeah Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah Money stretch long, it's elastic I don't know what planet I'm on (I'm on Mars) I'm the king, lil' bitch, watch the throne I feel like Voldo, I'll chop off your arms (Yeah) Hold up Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (Yeah) All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up, it's lit) Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (Straight up) Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in (Yeah) Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (Alright) I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (Yeah) My diamond's dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands (Yeah) My diamond's dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands (Yeah) Astroworld's my planet, my home (Yeah) Car's too hot, the fumes too strong (Yeah, yeah, it's lit) Mixed this cup for way too long (Yeah, yeah, alright) Add it up, don't subtract it (Yeah, yeah) Pour this eighth with me and let's get blasted (Straight up) Lambo' drive like a dragon (Skrrt, skrrt, ooh) Can't fall asleep at night 'cause they attacking, yeah I, hop in the coupe, go insane I, disappear, go David Blaine We, don't do the same (No) I, feed all my bitches the caine (White) I, double cup to drown the pain (Drank) Like a octane (Gas) I'ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (Skrrt, skrrt) Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim Don't need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame) Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees Please say the name three times, we gon' pop up on you Like I'm Bloody Mary, man Hold up Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap All these racks bomin' in, they bomin' in (Hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands My diamonds dancin', hopscotch, they holdin' hands Yeah
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Carlton Mays, Michael Lamar White Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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