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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
Gone in the sky, over twenty thousand, I keep my WiFi lit
I spend over five thousand, that's just on one fit
I'm not goin' back no more when I ain't have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
[Verse 1]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don't act poor no more
I left her sittin' at the Loews, oh
'Cause she wasn't touchin' her toes, no
I'm on some rich **** shit
It's all about rich **** timin'
Fully loaded whip
I'ma curve you with kindness
I'm in Hermès drip
Not in the store, you can't find it
I got stacks on me
And they won't fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me
And money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats
The color teriyaki
[Verse 2]
I'm on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Runnin' with a pack of wolves
Ain't no extortin'
VIP with AK's
Very important
Always ridin' with a gas torch
Always ridin' with a mask
Young **** playin' with a pinkie ring
Cost over five hundred bags
Already know your homies singin'
They 'bout to get him whacked
Soon as you let up, relaxed
That's when they wait to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Strikin' it off like a match
[Chorus]
Gone in the sky, over twenty thousand, I keep my WiFi lit
I spend over five thousand, that's just on one fit
I'm not goin' back no more when I ain't have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
[Verse 3]
You came from public housin'
You servin' hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon
It's smokin' and fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up
You know how to flip your bands
I'm 'bout to take two hundred thousand
Just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps, they thinkin' foul
We 'bout to take out they mans
We gotta make some bullets shower
Show we ain't playin'
You gon' smell this gun powder
It's gon' make ya dance
I've been countin' it up for hours
Done cramped my hands
[Chorus]
Gone in the sky, over twenty thousand, I keep my WiFi lit
I spend over five thousand, that's just on one fit
I'm not goin' back no more when I ain't have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
[Outro]
WiFi lit, whoa, whoa, whoa
WiFi lit
Pass the bitch, whoa, whoa, whoa
That's an assist
Cookin' grits, whoa, whoa, whoa
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, whoa, whoa, whoa
Got them sticks
[Outro]
WiFi lit, whoa, whoa WiFi lit
WiFi lit, WiFi lit, WiFi lit
WiFi lit, WiFi lit
WiFi lit, WiFi lit, WiFi lit (Auntie, auntie)
WiFi lit, whoa, whoa, whoa
WiFi lit
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
Pass the bitch, whoa, whoa, whoa
That's an assist (Auntie, auntie)
Cooking grits, whoa, whoa, whoa
Half a chicken (Auntie, auntie)
Fuck your clique, whoa, whoa, whoa
Got them sticks, let's go
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Xavier Dotson
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