Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Jeff LaCroix
Jeff LaCroix
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tre Pounds
Tre Pounds
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Mike Synphony
Mike Synphony
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Now everything right
Fuck all these ****
[Verse 2]
Everything right, we baggin' Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I'm on a diet
I'ma chase it like Usain
All this money bring a **** new pain
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down the E-way, risk it all 'bout this dough
And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat
[Verse 4]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazing
My **** bangin' burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my fuckin' shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I've been blown a mil' on jewelry, but it's past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it's reckless
I'm ridin' with the cutter, I'm Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin', they harassin'
No shoulda, coulda, woulda
I got these racks in
Came a long way from a shed
Now we spend million on cribs
You get somethin' too, don't trip
My eyes 'bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal
[Verse 5]
I'm tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin' on two wheels
I got the racks on me
Now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
Majority of the fits I wear, you'll never find in stores
You might as well go ho-ho-ho-home
Money long, long, long, long
All the way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta least step out with a three piece
I've been in my bag lately
Take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade in Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I
I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain't up to par, she 'bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, 'cause I'm righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of 'em disciples
And can't nothin' come in between **** like us
[Verse 6]
Yeah, yeah
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my car and then I doze
Up and down the E-way, risk it all 'bout this dough
And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat
Written by: Jeff LaCroix, Jeffery Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
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