Video musical

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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Canto
Nick Seeley
Nick Seeley
Voces de fondo
Holly Seeley
Holly Seeley
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Matt Aitken
Matt Aitken
Letrista
Mike Stock
Mike Stock
Letrista
Pete Waterman
Pete Waterman
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Dillon Francis
Dillon Francis
Producción
Dwilly
Dwilly
Producción
Popnick
Popnick
Producción
Anthony Kronfle
Anthony Kronfle
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Masterización
Zach Zurn
Zach Zurn
Producción

Letra

Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you I'll never let you down, baby (It's Dwilly and Yung Gravy) uh, ayy With your baby mama at the crib, I blow her back out Shawty Filipino and she call me Manny Pacquiao Alley Oop without the hoop, they call me Jerry Stackhouse Dazin' out in public, but your mama made me snap out 'Fore I get the dough, got the morning routine Wake up bright and early to some brand new cream Floss three times, baby, I'm so clean Gravy got cheese, now that's poutine (whoa, baby) Gravy coming hot like I'm hoppin' off the griddle Pull up on the kid if you tryna get belittled All the mamas love me, now I think I'm peanut brittle Flex the rainbow, bag it like some Skittles Gravy, why you out of pocket? (Out of pocket) Stop it (no, no) I'm gettin' money, Gravy Crockett (Drop it) Never take an L no more Never take a damn thing slow All I know is chase this dough and get money (get the money, get the money) Never gonna take no loss Never gonna lose my sauce All I know is chase this (whoa) and get money (get money, get money, get money) Get money Probably into the early morning Or get money Yeah, I live the fast life (whoa) Yeah, you know I live the fast life I don't got a type, baby, I'm the cash type Still getting dividends from a past life I get your daddy's net worth on a bad night 'Cause I act right Yeah, I'm rockin' Rick, clappin' Astleys like the 80s Never give it up until the reaper come and slay me Pull up with a Zelda and a peach and a daisy I be dirty dancing, now they yellin', "Gravy Swayze!" Damn, Gravy, you so vicious (ooh) You so clean, so delicious (so delicious) How come you ain't got no misses? Count that paper, count the riches Never take an L no more Never take a damn thing slow All I know is chase this dough and get money (get the money, get the money) Never gonna take no loss Never gonna lose my sauce All I know is chase this (whoa) and get money (get money, get money, get money) Get money Get money, Gravy, get money I get money, whoa Get money Get money, Gravy, get money I get money, whoa (Disco weapon)
Writer(s): Matthew James Aitken, Peter Alan Waterman, Michael Stock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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