積分
演出藝人
Future
聲樂
詞曲
Brandon Rackley
詞曲創作
James Rosser
詞曲創作
Nayvadius Wilburn
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Mike WiLL Made-It
執行製作
Brandon Rackley
製作人
Glenn Schick
母帶工程師
Jaycen Joshua
混音師
Ryan Kaul
助理工程師
Seth Firkins
錄音師
James Rosser
製作人
歌詞
[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
