Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
The Stylistics
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Darwin Quinn
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Songwriter
Jorge Alberto Pilot
Songwriter
Linda Creed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Pilot
Co-Producer
Thomas "Tomcat" Bennett, Jr.
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
C-Gutta
Producer
Daniel Tureck
Assistant Recording Engineer
Zach Steele
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This the flyest shit ever
This that Rich Forever part two
Uh, uh
[Verse 2]
Layin' in my bed, I'm underneath gold chandeliers
Can't say too many names in here these kinda years
Night sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice Cube lookin' ****, you know life a bitch
[Verse 3]
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was the boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level storytellin'
Who else could flip a chorus into forty million?
[Verse 4]
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
Eight felonies, tellin' me wanna give me life
Every night I bust, really I gotta do it twice
[Verse 5]
Ricky Ronaldo really when I'm in Portugal
I pull a yacht out this weekend, I'm fuckin' so and so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin' in the grass
Tom Brady, my new neighbor, you can tell 'em that
[Verse 6]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her **** don't like me
With your bitch right now? Yeah, I might be
Sippin' liqs right now? Yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
'Cause you never meet another **** like me
'Cause you never meet another man like me
[Verse 7]
I'm sexin' women out on Fisher Isle
I gas her up and let her lick me down
I may name my daughter Hermès
Get Margiela to decorate the new bird's nest
[Verse 8]
Twenty million up at Merrill Lynch
I met this chick, he haven’t seen her since
Through the city I'm still floatin' like a magic carpet
She stopped me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
[Verse 9]
Expressin' what you think'll send your kids to college
Or be a geechi **** just to keep the Bentley polished
Do it for the dear departed, fuck a Ben Carson
Empire rented, you made a **** a target
[Verse 10]
Only one that's smokin' up in Goldman Sachs
When I'm the only one that's rollin' like a quarter back
And I never put it in my government
'Cause I never put on for the government
[Verse 11]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her **** don't like me
With your bitch right now? Yeah, I might be
Sippin' liqs right now? Yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
'Cause you never meet another **** like me
'Cause you never meet another man like me
[Verse 12]
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond
I'm Rayful Edmund mixed with young Wale Folarin
Starin' in my safe, I'm rather safe than sorry
Diddy, Jigga, only two **** comin' for me
(Maybach Music)
[Verse 13]
I parked the Caddy in my livin' room
Pussy **** lookin' for me, I'ma give it to 'em
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimming pool
If her pussy dry, call her Beetlejuice
[Verse 14]
I'm baby making in the Maldives
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
I'm the flyest **** on his baseline
[Verse 15]
She see the sneakers and she see the stones
Fat boy run this city seated in the throne
I'm cashin' in like the Kardashians
My paralyzed homie snuck the ratchet in
[Verse 16]
Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her **** don't like me
With your bitch right now? Yeah, I might be
Sippin' liqs right now? Yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
'Cause you never meet another **** like me
'Cause you never meet another man like me
(Maybach Music)
Written by: Darwin Quinn, Linda Creed, Tyrone Griffin Jr, William Leonard Roberts II