作词 : Travis Scott/Jeffery Williams/Mathangi Arulpragasam/Nayvadius Wilburn/Teddy Walton/Chase Benjamin/Bernard Leverette/Gerald Tiller/Jamall Willingham/Maurice Gleaton
作曲 : Travis Scott/Jeffery Williams/Mathangi Arulpragasam/Nayvadius Wilburn/Teddy Walton/Chase Benjamin/Bernard Leverette/Gerald Tiller/Jamall Willingham/Maurice Gleaton
Haha, yeah
I made you get that Richard Millie, bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek right there, bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit right on my arm, no cap, yeah (Yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got gang (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex serving 'caine
Yeah, main thing, she, she can pour my cup
Copping pink dollars in your tee, yeah
Told the magazine, yeah (Super)
Bitch, I'm on that end, I'm on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my check before a new album, might glue up
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I'm Tyson
Bitch, that X-rated know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and Slatt, Slatt, that super slime
Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime this bitch up (Alright)
Watch so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin' confident (Nap boule)
High, bitch, that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Turn up, Freeband Gang (It's lit)
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)
Cacti's, not no iced tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky, general
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, seen it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)
'Scuse me
Backin' out off the cave, we built this shit out for pain
In the cup it built, I'm double cup and champagne
Come through in automatics, say name
how they start to believe
Coming through with no top, she showin' in Mickey D's
Up the twelve A.M come through and special
Over, up the top and she got levels