Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Tony Son
Songwriter
Maudell Watkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richie Souf
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Ivy Green
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I'm sayin'
I just told Richie we rich
Woo
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I sit down, wrists all gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VVVV's (Drippin')
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lotta bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
[Verse 3]
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don't know, they anonymous
Florescent, but keep the jewellery on the miss
Never on a shelf, never on a shelf, yeah
I don't need no stylist, I can dress myself
Got a watch of diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Try and save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I'm deaf
You childish ****, yeah, you childish ****
Jealous of my reach and my diamonds
Jealous 'cause these hoes out here wilin', yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that can excite 'em (You the one)
[Verse 4]
Sometimes I sit down, wrists on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VVVV's (Drippin')
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy
[Verse 5]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah, yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah, yeah, I ain't comin' back
[Verse 6]
Bitch went to the 'Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don't you judge me on mistakes I've made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For life)
Wrist rockin', talkin' VVV's
Bitches suckin' out my energy
She a fuck my brother for the currency
Dollar hoe and these dollars ain't free
[Verse 7]
Never on a shelf, always fresh to death
I don't need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system don't play it fair
Bitch take advantage, know I need help
[Verse 8]
Sometimes I sit down, wrists on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Asked me how I made a million, then four
Askin' 'bout these VVVV's (Drippin')
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lotta bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
[Verse 9]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah, yeah, ain't comin' back
Yeah, yeah, ain't comin' back
[Verse 10]
Askin' 'bout these VVVV's
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lotta bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Written by: Maudell Watkins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tony Son