作词 : Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass 作曲 : Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley GlassFour stones in the ear, D's at the bottomGA certified before I was GIA certifiedMr. M-In-Cash anytime you see me, you know?Only a few rappers play a duck to catch a duck, you know?Trickin’ niggas who trickin' niggas, you know?Supercar-drivin', Gulf Stream-flyin’, designer-wearin' golden child, you know?Wham (Wheezy outta here)Let's goHoppin' off a plane to a MatchboxHundred times platinum, **** a plaqueBulletproof the tires, run flat (I'm goin')Cutthroat, I give her one chance (Go 'head)Slut her out and gave her one band (No problem)Twenty-five cars, one man (I pop 'em)Driveway like a mini dealership (Come park it)He went sour, cut the business with him (You bold)Crack smoker, I was livin’ with ’em (Auntie 'nem)Weird hoes, I ain’t dealin' with 'em (Can't see me)Overseas, they love a real nigga (European)She don’t like it, but she deal with it (She stingy)'Raris back-to-back, that's tough (Two million)Hear us 'round the corner, that's us (Skrrt)Puttin' on stuff, best dressed (Night time)Flip phone, black Nike Tech (My kind)We done done it all, what's next? (Too picky)Boss Man, name on the checks (Big business)First one's come through trim (Literally)Dipset, Jim Jones baller (Big bucker)Life of a ****in' hustlerholic (I'm hustlin')She know not to test me, I'ma call her (Hush)Bro in prison, livin' through a pack (And)Farewell, I don't see a scratch (Look close)She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted (No way)OCD, need everything intact (Clean up)Bitches tryna play me like I'm wack (Bitch, who?)Real P, I bet' not go for thatRidin' through the trey in all blackPullin' up on Pluto in the 6 (Bird gang)Hood full of dope-slanging tricksters (My neighbors)I come from that 4, I'm a real one (I came up)Yeah, nigga, King Spider backI don't even believe I was locked up, for real, for realI was havin' my way the whole time, fool, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)Two Lamb' coupes, four Lamb' trucksPullin' up, what the ****? (What the ****?)Neck, wrist, fingers slush (Eee)Order hundred G's, that's us (Hee)New Rolls Cullinan truck (Skrrt)Dog on the side like a bus (Yeah)Shawty mad, ain't goin' back and forth (Uh)Never heard a rich nigga fuss (No)Heard these niggas going out sad'Rari truck came with a bagOnly ****in' overseas shitThese U.S. bitches kinda badCollege bitch, I made her leave a frat****ed my brother, gave the bitch a passTrappin' in the studio, I'm gladBreak a bale, the junkie get the trash (Hee)I was taught to pay a bitch to leave (Yeah)I go Birk', Chanel for the fleece (Birks)Four 'em at a time like a sheikh (Four)I been on a boat, screamin', "Ski" (Ski)Saint Laurent, they bring it to the beach (Beach)She was Portuguese and Middle East (Woo)She snorted off the ki' (Snotty)Got her screamin' R.I.P. to Keed (R.I.P. to Keed)Niggas can't stand us (Uh-huh)Doggy, put your mans up (Okay)Walked her down in Lanvins (Yeah)Pocket full of grandparents (Okay)Old school, the Trans Am one (Skrrt)Cullinan, the ambulance one (Skrrt)You good, your mans can't come (Yeah)I don't give a **** 'bout nothin'YeahBrr, brr, skiAyy, say gangPour it on thick like syrupElevator pad at the cribShopping bags all on the floorNever seen me twice with a hoBackyard vibes by the oceanDriveway look like a car showThree hundred-fifty million, I'm the G.O.A.T.Custom leather Pucci on the doorFifty birds of dog on my wristCocaine jumpin' off my bitchThirty-two shots with the glitchTalkin' Vicks, then we talkin' ChrisMicro mini with a beamPuttin' the side hoes in CelineGeekin' off the millions like a beanPush a button and make your mama grieveEat it up, she workin' for a bossOut the country, livin' like a bossPrincess-cut and showin' all the flawsGraduated, cookin' up the rawPushin' skateboard, Tony HawkCrankin' up the car when I talkAlligator, Hermès stuffDropped eight dollars on a truckCodeine bottles, they for usPut them legal sticks on the busOff tour, straight to the pitThree bad bitches gettin' hitSolitaires made they eyes squintSmell the dirty money through the ventsHouse full of dead presidentsWhamSpiderAyy, say gang
[00:00.000] 作词 : Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass[00:00.844] 作曲 : Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass[00:01.689]Four stones in the ear, D's at the bottom[00:04.136]GA certified before I was GIA certified[00:07.341]Mr. M-In-Cash anytime you see me, you know?[00:09.317]Only a few rappers play a duck to catch a duck, you know?[00:11.532]Trickin’ niggas who trickin' niggas, you know?[00:13.189]Supercar-drivin', Gulf Stream-flyin’, designer-wearin' golden child, you know?[00:17.111]Wham (Wheezy outta here)[00:22.122]Let's go[00:22.374][00:22.571][00:22.700]Hoppin' off a plane to a Matchbox[00:24.138]Hundred times platinum, **** a plaque[00:25.887]Bulletproof the tires, run flat (I'm goin')[00:28.073]Cutthroat, I give her one chance (Go 'head)[00:29.556]Slut her out and gave her one band (No problem)[00:31.283]Twenty-five cars, one man (I pop 'em)[00:33.261]Driveway like a mini dealership (Come park it)[00:35.118]He went sour, cut the business with him (You bold)[00:36.952]Crack smoker, I was livin’ with ’em (Auntie 'nem)[00:38.671]Weird hoes, I ain’t dealin' with 'em (Can't see me)[00:40.965]Overseas, they love a real nigga (European)[00:42.549]She don’t like it, but she deal with it (She stingy)[00:44.206]'Raris back-to-back, that's tough (Two million)[00:46.077]Hear us 'round the corner, that's us (Skrrt)[00:47.858]Puttin' on stuff, best dressed (Night time)[00:49.700]Flip phone, black Nike Tech (My kind)[00:51.655]We done done it all, what's next? (Too picky)[00:53.515]Boss Man, name on the checks (Big business)[00:55.261]First one's come through trim (Literally)[00:57.073]Dipset, Jim Jones baller (Big bucker)[00:59.042]Life of a ****in' hustlerholic (I'm hustlin')[01:00.942]She know not to test me, I'ma call her (Hush)[01:02.749]Bro in prison, livin' through a pack (And)[01:04.541]Farewell, I don't see a scratch (Look close)[01:06.456]She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted (No way)[01:08.311]OCD, need everything intact (Clean up)[01:10.146]Bitches tryna play me like I'm wack (Bitch, who?)[01:11.980]Real P, I bet' not go for that[01:13.763]Ridin' through the trey in all black[01:15.638]Pullin' up on Pluto in the 6 (Bird gang)[01:17.425]Hood full of dope-slanging tricksters (My neighbors)[01:19.324]I come from that 4, I'm a real one (I came up)[01:21.303][Interlude: Young Thug][01:22.409]Yeah, nigga, King Spider back[01:23.585]I don't even believe I was locked up, for real, for real[01:26.186]I was havin' my way the whole time, fool, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)[01:28.275][01:28.662][Verse 2: Young Thug][01:28.801]Two Lamb' coupes, four Lamb' trucks[01:30.423]Pullin' up, what the ****? (What the ****?)[01:32.181]Neck, wrist, fingers slush (Eee)[01:33.968]Order hundred G's, that's us (Hee)[01:35.895]New Rolls Cullinan truck (Skrrt)[01:37.761]Dog on the side like a bus (Yeah)[01:39.583]Shawty mad, ain't goin' back and forth (Uh)[01:41.383]Never heard a rich nigga fuss (No)[01:43.318]Heard these niggas going out sad[01:45.083]'Rari truck came with a bag[01:46.847]Only ****in' overseas shit[01:48.790]These U.S. bitches kinda bad[01:50.697]College bitch, I made her leave a frat[01:52.568]****ed my brother, gave the bitch a pass[01:54.380]Trappin' in the studio, I'm glad[01:56.186]Break a bale, the junkie get the trash (Hee)[01:58.059]I was taught to pay a bitch to leave (Yeah)[01:59.975]I go Birk', Chanel for the fleece (Birks)[02:01.720]Four 'em at a time like a sheikh (Four)[02:03.558]I been on a boat, screamin', "Ski" (Ski)[02:05.374]Saint Laurent, they bring it to the beach (Beach)[02:07.166]She was Portuguese and Middle East (Woo)[02:09.142]She snorted off the ki' (Snotty)[02:10.989]Got her screamin' R.I.P. to Keed (R.I.P. to Keed)[02:12.931]Niggas can't stand us (Uh-huh)[02:14.886]Doggy, put your mans up (Okay)[02:16.658]Walked her down in Lanvins (Yeah)[02:18.260]Pocket full of grandparents (Okay)[02:20.320]Old school, the Trans Am one (Skrrt)[02:22.150]Cullinan, the ambulance one (Skrrt)[02:23.983]You good, your mans can't come (Yeah)[02:25.926]I don't give a **** 'bout nothin'[02:27.959][Interlude: Future][02:31.049]Yeah[02:32.907]Brr, brr, ski[02:34.169]Ayy, say gang[02:35.148][02:35.365][Verse 3: Future][02:35.574]Pour it on thick like syrup[02:37.056]Elevator pad at the crib[02:38.894]Shopping bags all on the floor[02:40.636]Never seen me twice with a ho[02:42.420]Backyard vibes by the ocean[02:44.362]Driveway look like a car show[02:46.046]Three hundred-fifty million, I'm the G.O.A.T.[02:48.008]Custom leather Pucci on the door[02:49.762]Fifty birds of dog on my wrist[02:51.715]Cocaine jumpin' off my bitch[02:53.507]Thirty-two shots with the glitch[02:55.334]Talkin' Vicks, then we talkin' Chris[02:57.157]Micro mini with a beam[02:58.913]Puttin' the side hoes in Celine[03:00.957]Geekin' off the millions like a bean[03:02.783]Push a button and make your mama grieve[03:04.725]Eat it up, she workin' for a boss[03:06.452]Out the country, livin' like a boss[03:08.309]Princess-cut and showin' all the flaws[03:10.109]Graduated, cookin' up the raw[03:12.033]Pushin' skateboard, Tony Hawk[03:13.887]Crankin' up the car when I talk[03:15.686]Alligator, Hermès stuff[03:17.485]Dropped eight dollars on a truck[03:19.413]Codeine bottles, they for us[03:21.220]Put them legal sticks on the bus[03:23.019]Off tour, straight to the pit[03:25.028]Three bad bitches gettin' hit[03:26.924]Solitaires made they eyes squint[03:28.761]Smell the dirty money through the vents[03:30.605]House full of dead presidents[03:36.805]Wham[03:40.718]Spider[03:44.235]Ayy, say gang