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