Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordan Fox
Jordan Fox
Programming
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Fox
Jordan Fox
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Fox
Jordan Fox
Producer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Pierre "P" Thomas
Pierre "P" Thomas
Executive Producer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Kevin "Coach K" Lee
Executive Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, let's take a modern day stroll
This is the modern day, hoe
Last time I checked, we were running the globe
I'm 'bout to go figure four
Two knocks two time, it's a brick at the door
Somebody blowing up lil mama phone
Lil **** just come get ya hoe
I'm talking Patek on the wrist, Baguette gone dance on the bitch
You know that bitch too thick
You can't even see the pants on that bitch
The way that we spinnin'
Spinnin' in Hellcats goin' Taz on the kit
She wanna pop a G6
She suckin' on dick until six
[Verse 2]
I make a movie
I'm going Michael Bay, Huncho the Sensei
The way that I'm moving
We going motorcade, move the tactical way
I need the backend this way
Somebody packing this way
She get to clapping that way
You don't got the answers like Sway
[Verse 3]
Fuck it I'm cooling
I'm in the coupe with the top and I'm waving a coolant
Switch it go dually
With a bad bitch and I play with her mind and her coochie
I'm still Ratatouille, I got a pot that's so big it look like Chattahoochie
We not the Fugees, I go fooley if a **** try to three stooges
[Verse 4]
Break a brick down ****
Break a brick down **** (Yeah)
Break a bitch down ****
Break a bitch down **** (Yeah, bitch)
Word around town ****
Heard your ass get around **** (Heard)
Get the fuck from 'round ****
You ain't even from the town ****
[Verse 5]
Takeoff
Where the fuck he came from (Where)
When she see the Dawn, she givin' me some
The Rari came red like a plum (Red)
The streets like the sun
I gotta ride with a drum, keep smoke in my lungs (Smoke)
Arabian bitch in the passenger seat like she got a illegal bomb (Bomb)
Baguette the charm, rainbow Daytona, I Lucky Charm the arm (Charm)
That bitch is boring
Oh that's your main, come get her, can't help it, she going
Count up a bag but no we ain't touring
If it ain't 'bout money I think it's annoying
Pop me a perc with a cup of the purp
When I hop in the vert with no key and I storm (Skurrt)
BB the belt and I VV the arm
Hop on a PJ, go visit the farm
Indoor and outdoor whatever you on (What you on)
Put that lil boy up 'cause my money grown
I know some **** got rich off of zones
Made double digits off Apple iPhones
Throw that shit on, I get fly like a drone
Put dick in her once, she won't leave me alone
Kapital bones, the wallet is chrome
They say they the opps but loving the song
Eat up the dab when they come around
And then go and put everything we got on
If I got a plate, you know that he ate
I'm too blessed so one thing I can't do is hate
I like what you doing, just humble yourself
And know we the ones that open the gate (Open the gate)
[Verse 6]
Break a brick down ****
Break a brick down **** (Yeah)
Break a bitch down ****
Break a bitch down **** (Yeah, bitch)
Word around town ****
Heard your ass get around **** (Heard)
Get the fuck from 'round ****
You ain't even from the town ****
[Verse 7]
(Offset)
Big body Urus, fast and the furious
Grippin' my Mac, watch the rear in the mirror
Baguettes on my neck on the Lear, I'm superior
Two fifty each ear, what'd you say? I can't hear
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than Sears
She ride the dick, speed it up outta gear
Dropped outta school 'cause I didn't wanna hear
I was thinking about making an M every period
Got my shit out the block
Seventeen hot, tryna plot on the guap
Fuck that bitch, I had to go and get a knot
I was on the block ain't know about a yacht
Stick in my crotch, Audemars watch, Burberry socks, I was curving a thot
Got baby KK a Birkin, why not?
Bought a AK, fell in love when I shot
[Verse 8]
We beat 'em in dough, we beat 'em in hoes
We beat 'em in clothes, we beat 'em in Lambos on the road
Hold up, my wrist it got rocks like HOV
These boys are my kids, don't talk no more
I'm stuffing dick in the back of this hoe
My Rollie got skittles, you taste the rainbow
Keep down the delay, I'm not Kurtis Blow
Dropping the load on the Nawf in the go
Bad but bitch ain't got nothing to give
I'm a dad in this industry, I got some kids
She wanna fuck me, I know I can see it
Just for some clout, **** jump off a bridge
I had a drop on the opp and we slid
I don't be gamblin' my dog, that's the wig
Make the money eight ways, I'm a squid
He tellin', he yellin', he work with the pigs
[Verse 9]
Break a brick down ****
Break a brick down **** (Yeah)
Break a bitch down ****
Break a bitch down **** (Yeah, bitch)
Word around town ****
Heard your ass get around **** (Heard)
Get the fuck from 'round ****
You ain't even from the town ****
Written by: Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Shane Lindstrom, Jordan Fox
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