制作
出演艺人
Roddy Ricch
声乐
作曲和作词
Dijon McFarlane
作曲家
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
作曲家
Jordan Holt
作曲家
Alexander West
作曲家
制作和工程
Mustard
制作人
David Pizzimenti
混音工程师
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
混音工程师
Nicolas De Porcel
母带工程师
Chris Dennis
录音工程师
Justus West
其他制作人
J.Holt
联合制作人
歌词
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
Yeah
[Chorus]
Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze
[Verse 1]
We just bust back, fuck a chit-chat
I got dollars, I never gotta go tit for tat
I be inside her throat like a Tic Tac
And she never ever give me lip
Sippin' on this potion, I'm flyer than fly
She say I'm the G.O.A.T. and she got a look in her eyes
Got a lot of vibes, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I was taught to slide with a pole
[Chorus]
Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze
[Verse 2]
We was at the trap house, had cash in the couch
New black Maybach when I'm backin' it out
We went out to eat, I spent some racks at TAO
I'm a real ****, gotta keep it ten thousand
She gave me top-top, so I took her overseas
Took her to the dock, gotta cruise it on the beach
I got big knots, my Amiris go deep
And I can't lie, she got a hold on me, aye
[Chorus]
Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze
[Outro]
Aye, hello
Hello
Aye, what's happenin'?
Hey
Aye, what you doin'?
Nothin' much, what you got goin' on?
Shit, bored, ****, missin' you
Stop it, you is not thinkin' about me
You won't even let me phone my girl, bro
You play too much, for real
I be thinkin' 'bout you, when I pull up on you, I'ma play that Fantasia
Whatever, I'll be damned
Written by: Alexander West, Dijon McFarlane, Jordan Holt, Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

