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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Engineer
Murda Beatz
Producer
!llmind
Co-Producer
Jess Jackson
Engineer
DJ Durel
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Meeboob
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
We can't see that on the road, I blank
[Verse 3]
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
We can't see that on the road, I blank
[Verse 4]
(Huncho)
What I bought (What you buy?)
I'm just lookin' at this mansion I bought (Straight cash)
It just came with fifteen rooms and a vault (Fifteen)
Ocean in the back, top floor a loft (Woo)
Ay, we gonna slide today (We gonna slide, slide, slide)
She drowning, swim in the Ace
Mob ties, no lace
Putting young **** in place (Mob ties)
Remember back then I finessed on my face (Finesse)
JanSport book bag and a throwaway (Gone)
[Verse 5]
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
We can't see that on the road, I blank
[Verse 6]
Nah, that ain't lit for me, yeah, yeah
A four in Brisk, that's my cup of tea, yeah
Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce (Sauce and drip)
Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins (Dolphins, splash)
Count up the deads, no coffin (Coffins, deads)
Pullin' out that fire out that arson
[Verse 7]
A lot of jelly on this PJ, we made it safe okay (Yeah)
You **** 'round runnin' down my juice
I ran it back, OJ (It's lit)
Rubber bands make 'em twerk
Diamonds make 'em twerk (Pop it, pop it)
Out in LIV every Sunday like you goin' to church
Fuck wrong with these ****? (Ooh)
[Verse 8]
Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's lit)
We can't see that on the road, I blank
Written by: Quavious Marshall, Ramon Ibanga Jr, Shane Lindstrom, Travis Scott