Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Ghetto Guitar
Ghetto Guitar
Sound Effects
Turbo
Turbo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Matthew E. Charles
Matthew E. Charles
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nia "Ivy" Mills
Nia "Ivy" Mills
Assistant Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Engineer
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Executive Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Executive Producer
Fabian Maraciullo
Fabian Maraciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Playmakers
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Verse 2]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains
(Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin' cash on a private plane
(Countin' cash on a private plane)
Couple M's on the sound exchange
(Couple M's on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain
(Richard Millie, no time to explain)
[Verse 3]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the wood grain (Wood grain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight-hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna done got a little fame now
Ain't no cap in my game
Still'll hit your block and leave a man down
Shoot him like I'm shootin' at a range (Range)
[Verse 4]
Quick, I can let it bang
Rich ****, I let her keep the change
Fake love, I don't care to really hang (Fake love)
You a dub and I know you full of shame
Speed it up, know they want to take the lane
Take a school bus, board the plane (Board the plane)
Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh?
Now these **** lookin' like the same (Same)
Caught 'em tryna steal my style, though
Full outfit, I had to change
Tempt me, I'ma go AWOL, people gon' think I'm insane (Insane)
I'ma skeet-skeet on her face, uh, fell in love with her brain
Pulled a skrrt skrrt on a hater
All you **** saw was my chain
[Verse 5]
Kiss my ring, pretty bitch swallowed a bean (My bean)
Now she gon' swallow my thing (My thing)
Got her ass in the Philipp Plein jeans (Jeans)
Gotta ask, yeah I still sip lean (Sip lean)
Swag, bitch, you know what I mean (Mean)
Got the cash like a money machine
Black Pradas and the bottom all green
[Verse 6]
Did the dash and I blow the brains
(Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin' cash on a private plane
(Countin' cash on a private plane)
Couple M's on the sound exchange
(Couple M's on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain
(Richard Millie, no time to explain)
[Verse 7]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the wood grain (Wood grain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna gone a got a lil fame now
Ain't no cap in my game (My game)
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shoot him like I'm shootin' at a range
[Verse 8]
Still a kid, I love Barney's (Barney's)
Shoppin' spree, spend me a quarter (Quarter)
Wishing well, I got water (Water)
You a spade, I'm a little smarter (Smarter)
That's your bitch, then you gotta spoil her (Spoil her)
Talkin' that Lambo, came with a spoiler (Spoiler)
See you on the camera, I'ma kill your daughter (Daughter)
**** know we have to still drippin' harder
(Still drippin' harder)
[Verse 9]
Chrome Hearts crossin' my collar (Collar)
All her heels got red on the bottom
Don't compare, you're not in my column
Don't fall, we ain't nowhere near autumn (Near autumn)
I'm a man, I'm solvin' my problems, uh
Told my family I got 'em
He was talkin' his mouth, he ain't 'bout it at all
Now they don't know who shot him (Now they don't know who shot him)
Love Atlanta (Atlanta)
Too much mud in my Fanta (My Fanta)
Gunna pulled up in that Phantom (Pulled up)
Seats same color of banana (Banana)
C's all on the bandana
Please don't correct my grammar (Please don't correct my grammar)
Please don't argue, got candles
Achieve, I have my standards
[Verse 10]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains
(Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin' cash on a private plane
(Countin' cash on a private plane)
Couple M's on the sound exchange
(Couple M's on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain
(Richard Millie, no time to explain)
[Verse 11]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the wood grain (Wood grain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain
Gunna gone a got a lil fame now
Ain't no cap in my game
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shoot him like I'm shootin' at a range
Written by: Chandler Durham, Matthew E. Charles, Sergio Kitchens
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