Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with ****, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real **** lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
[Verse 1]
Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don't get caught with the scale, bronem died in the field
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace
Man, this shit for real, found out my homie, he police
[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with ****, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real **** lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
[Verse 2]
Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys
Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now, uh
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto
[Chorus]
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with ****, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real **** lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
Written by: Darrel Gregory, Durk Banks, Jackson
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