Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dreezy
Dreezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Seandrea Sledge
Seandrea Sledge
Composer
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Composer
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Composer
Elliott Trent
Elliott Trent
Composer
Ant Clemons
Ant Clemons
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swish
Swish
Producer
Patrik Plummer
Patrik Plummer
Recording Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk
Well connected, I got just what you want
Hit the cash app, fuck a check up and run
Come and match that, OG smokin' my blunt
I'm not on tour, but in your city
Bougie bitches rollin' up
Throw it in the air, we don't give a fuck
Stickin' to the code like it's where we from
I'm ridin' with my day one
[Verse 2]
Ain't no key to the ignition, VVS drippin'
Up now, I swore on my bitches, pretty lil' tits and they sin
Swingin' my inches, I ain't just cute in the pictures (It's real)
You broke, I ain't payin' attention
With the gang, bring the 'Tron and the Henny
Gucci, new duffle, buy my bitch a Mini
The foreign two-tone, I ain't talkin' 'bout Whitney
Big ball, ballin' like tip off, callin' no sick offs, Louis V flip flops
I got season like South Bay
Racks on me, blue, just like Bombay
It feels like feds watchin', twenty racks up in my damn pocket
I send it up with everybody
Turn the high heel to a red bottom
Off-white, but I don't got a stain
Young with that money, but no, I ain't Wayne
Car like my ****, I cut off the brain
Thought I switched the whip, it's a red, not the paint
Big Dreez, I'm the chosen, I don't take L's, I smoke 'em
Young Oprah, bag it like Moka
All around the world, ****, I ain't no local
[Verse 3]
Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk
Well connected, I got just what you want
Hit the cash app, fuck a check up and run
Come and match that, OG smokin' my blunt
I'm not on tour, but in your city
Bougie bitches rollin' up
Throw it in the air, we don't give a fuck
Stickin' to the code like it's where we from
I'm ridin' with my day one
[Verse 4]
Maybach coupe with an empty tank
Shoot out the roof with the gang
Instead of blues, you can catch this flame
Hide the dope in the dashboard frame
Cartier frames and Cartier bangles
I'm famous, still twistin' my fingers
The Kel-Tec show you what pain is
Offset, you know what my name is
Drip drop, watch don't tick tock
Bags and a Ziplock, cash in the shoebox
My dawgs keep quiet, they don't bark a lot
Fishtail the Lam out the parkin' lot
Fuck her in the mouth then swap it out
Big stone carats and they pokin' out
Bankroll knots on juggernaut
Bow, now he got a bloodclot
My diamonds a puddle of Fiji
Not a cup full of water, it's Easter
Since I dropped in the water I been beastin'
Once again, cross the border, it's easy
Got the Glock for the plot and the demons
I'm in the Wraith, but it feels like it's Venus
From the trap, but we rock out arenas
We blind ya, **** ain't seein' us
[Verse 5]
Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk
Well connected, I got just what you want
Hit the cash app, fuck a check up and run
Come and match that, OG smokin' my blunt
I'm not on tour, but in your city
Bougie bitches rollin' up
Throw it in the air, we don't give a fuck
Stickin' to the code like it's where we from
I'm ridin' with my day one
Written by: Ant Clemons, Elliott Trent, Elliott Trent Bingham, Kiari Cephus, Samuel Ahana, Seandrea Sledge
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