Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rackley
Songwriter
James Rosser
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Executive Producer
Brandon Rackley
Producer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Seth Firkins
Recording Engineer
James Rosser
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Crazy)
Uh
Feelin'
[Verse 2]
You woke up feelin' way better
Way better than the day you did before
[Verse 3]
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
You had let it go
[Verse 4]
(Nard & B)
[Verse 5]
DJ C-Money in this motherfucker
La Familia
Freeband Gang
We global now
[Verse 6]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin', ain't no imitatin
All it took was some patience, **** still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock .40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks, ****, I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hunnids, got 'em all on me
[Verse 7]
Hell yeah, I'm 'bout that lifestyle, Pradas on me right now
Had to pay my lawyer off 'cause, ****, I don't do trial
Bitches, I don't do trial, you can keep your comments
I be gettin' this money, 'bout to fuckin' vomit
30 on my stomach, tell me how bad do you want it?
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky
All that damn finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons
All that damn stressin' and a **** start progressin', yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin', ain't no imitatin
All it took was some patience, **** still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock .40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks, ****, I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hunnids, got 'em all on me
[Verse 9]
Ain't no sympathy, ****, ain't no sympathy, ****
You remember me, ****, know you remember me, ****
I'ma whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, **** (Skrrt)
I'm gone whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, ****
I got that sack out the front door and I went straight through the bank
I was fucked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
I'm 'bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta juug out in Clay Co.
I won't wear 'em no more if those shoes a day old
See how consistent I am, see how persistent I am
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador, ****, that cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in the streets, I'm 'bout to have me a feast
[Verse 10]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin', ain't no imitatin
All it took was some patience, **** still hatin'
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock .40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future, I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks, ****, I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hunnids, got 'em all on me
Written by: Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, Brandon Rackley, James Bernard Rossard Jr
