Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Douglas
Harmony Vocals
Charlie Newbury
Guitar
Will McKeown
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Douglas
Songwriter
Charlie Newbury
Songwriter
Will McKeown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Douglas
Producer
Lyrics
She wanna blow my money on Valentino
Bitch in the drip she looking just like she-go
Balenciaga just to boost my ego
My shit is so nasty it shouldn't be legal
Y'all Stars with no Bucks
Ran out of all fucks
All talk like "you're up"
But I'm fucked up in Europe
Shit so fresh, it still got steam
Time to change up the industry
Mom can purchase shit like Chanel
Cuz these hoes buyin Colo tees
I still can't get these royalties
But I'm still treated like royalty
Yeah your bitch is on backstage knees
Yeah I'm calling that loyalty
All y'all sound the same
There's no game to play
Merch line that's your pay
Mine comes in 8 ways
I'm at the top of it all
You will never get that call
Talking to your management cuz you wanna guest feature
No sir I am sorry I do not recall
This a flex yeah the flow pristine
Rich or die there's no in-between
Stacks so fat yeah this shits obscene
Pussy dinin' that's fine cuisine
I don't know why you feel the need to try
Cuz every single band is asking for replies
And frankly I ain't got the fucking time
To even give a fuck
Dripped from head to toe
Richard Millie so froze
Yeah they call me the designer Antichrist
Yeah they copy my clothes
Yeah they butcher my flow
But you know I'm the designer Antichrist
Oh, I ain't got nobody on my guest list
Whoa, no friends in the industry we did this alone
Y'all act like you seen a Ghost, that whip that I own?
And I won't ever leave my throne yeah
Still new to the game
And we still overtaking
Make no mistakes
This shits mine for the taking
All these bitches gon' be bitches y'all just wait and see
Cuz y'all know my Instagram
But you'll never know me
Call out
Everybody thinking they competition
Yeah you gotta
Calm down
And y'all believing the words they're saying in all of their
Songs now
They be tryna dup a motherfucking animal I'm a god in this bitch
You bury your sins
I ain't got no shit to hide
Dripped from head to toe
Richard Millie so froze
Yeah they call me the designer Antichrist
Yeah they copy my clothes
Yeah they butcher my flow
But you know I'm the designer Antichrist
Oh, I ain't got nobody on my guest list
Whoa, no friends in the industry we did this alone
Y'all act like you seen a Ghost, that whip that I own?
And I won't ever leave my throne yeah
Written by: Billy Douglas, Charlie Newbury, Will McKeown
