Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
coye s
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
coye s
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Deetz
Producer
BRODY
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, uh (Uh)
Spliff with Chanel, she like how I smell (I smell)
Double C, D&G, she like how I spell (I spell)
My bro ain't Yeat, but he stayin' on bail
The new AMG, ain't no standing unwell (Yeah)
I ain't even duckin' the heat, I've been ducked in the Hills (Hills, yeah)
Fuck it, I'll do it myself (Myself)
I got so good with this money shit, I could go teach it at Yale (Yeah)
I'm starting to think she Australian (Australian)
The way she hop on this shit, I couldn't tell ya (Couldn't tell)
Too many hits back to back like the Mariners (Yeah)
Mama ain't raisin' no failure
Too many, too many, too many spliffs I smoke (I smoke)
Too many hits I wrote (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two or three shows in a row (Row)
Fuck it, I'm back on the road (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she said that she falling back to me (Back)
Baby, that ain't how you act to me (Act, yeah)
Make some money, bring it back to me (Back to me, yeah)
Prove it if it's really actually (Whoa, yeah)
Fuck it, get a back tat of me (Oh yeah)
Hit the city, get a bag 'fore I leave
I'ma weave and punch it back, ollie
Hit the show, then go crazy for me (Yeah)
Old Bape, '08 Supreme (Yeah)
She been tryna get the best of me (Best of me)
She been tryna put a vest on me (Yeah)
I can't let a lil' FOMO stop me
I got money falling out my fuckin' pockets
I got problems, problems, I won't ever count it up
Been stayin' inside, stackin' up (Stackin' up, yeah, uh)
Spliff with Chanel, she like how I smell (I smell)
Double C, D&G, she like how I spell (I spell)
My bro ain't Yeat, but he stayin' on bail
The new AMG, ain't no standing unwell (Yeah)
I ain't even duckin' the heat, I've been ducked in the Hills (Hills, yeah)
Fuck it, I'll do it myself (Myself)
I got so good with this money shit, I could go teach it at Yale (Yeah)
I'm starting to think she Australian (Australian)
The way she hop on this shit, I couldn't tell ya (Couldn't tell)
Too many hits back to back like the Mariners (Yeah)
Mama ain't raisin' no failure
Too many, too many, too many spliffs I smoke (I smoke)
Too many hits I wrote (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two or three shows in a row (Row)
Fuck it, I'm back on the road
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: coye s
