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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Nik Frascona
Nik Frascona
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
OZ
OZ
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Nik D
Nik D
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Can't put too much on, might catch a ice attack 40th anniversary, flooded VVS Trappin' it out the foreign, I might crash and wreck I'm buyin' out the department, goin' to galaxy I'm prayin' to find a plug to bring me Actavis Bought a crib in every city, I forget my address I been hustlin' since a kid, I was just a adolescent I done ran up a Richard Millie, I can't stop finessin' Got to practice what I preach, I'm buyin' my bitch baguettes I got money, but ain't got time, these hoes gettin' too obsessed Went shoppin' out in Europe, shut down Javier Laced in Balenci' and got Marni on my body gear Look on Google, I been gettin' way richer every year Play with Scooter and I'ma send a nigga outta here You mean, you don't trust the police? In my business, you don't trust anybody Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, fuck it, take it back Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats I been drankin' codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset I can't worry about the flawed shit, these flawless on my neck Went banoodles on the dog-ass ho, that's all Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh Bitch was so damn excited, she just lost count, uh I got checks like Nike, get nigga checked out, uh Gotta make 'em pay for every year, they never paid up Gucci'd down in the trap with the K up, uh She was drippin', I went bare, I hit it geeked up Turtle neck on my neck, a lot of Cubans on Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, fuck it, take it back Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats I been drankin' codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset I can't worry about the flawed shit, these flawless on my neck Went banoodles on the dog-ass ho, that's all Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh Money, murder, money, sex, that's a murder zone Young nigga, goin' crazy, gettin' they murder on Bitch gon' fuck me in the trap, that's the type of bitch I like If you fuck me at the spot, then you know you fucked a crook I'm a rich nigga, dog, all iced out You can see the stones lit up when the lights out I didn't want her, I just wanna know what the hype 'bout I be turnin' up, these bitches gettin' piped down Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, fuck it, take it back Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats I been drankin' codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset I can't worry about the flawed shit, these flawless on my neck Went banoodles on the dog-ass ho, that's all Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh I'm tired, know what I mean? The time to just let it out Lot of, lot of corny-aass niggas, man Lot of corny rappers, man, I'm just like, "Yo, man" I could, I could name a list of a hundred corny-ass rappers, yo Right now
Writer(s): Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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