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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Vocals
The Weeknd
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
DannyBoyStyles
Programming
The ANMLS
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Faris Al-Majed
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Danny Schofield
Songwriter
Richard Muñoz
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Producer
DannyBoyStyles
Producer
The ANMLS
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Shin Kamiyama
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I stay up fighting my demons (Demons)
I don't got no one to lean on (Lean on)
I'm busy putting my team on
Hitters pull up with the beamer
I put that girl in a P1
She make a mess then she clean up
She call her friend, her name Tina
I turn that shit to a threesome
[Verse 3]
Yeah (Yeah)
Fuck with my name could be fatal
None of my **** is stable (Yeah)
They turn a crown to a halo (Halo)
They rode through the town like it's Halo (Halo)
But don't make a move till I say so (Say so)
Drop a few hits then I lay low (Lay low)
[Verse 4]
Ever since I been single
My side chick wanna be main chick
She know I'ma make her famous
Ever since I been single
My side chick wanna be main chick
Dodge her call like The Matrix
Dodge her call like brr
[Verse 5]
Steady on top (Steady on top)
Better believe
And they keep praying on my fall
Y'all better believe
I'ma die on top (Die on top)
Better believe (Better believe)
I just watched my opps team up, y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Look)
Y'all better believe (Yuh)
[Verse 6]
I'm just a young dirty bastard, plastered (Oh yeah)
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers, they stay capping
'Bout a whole lotta shit that ain't happen
Middle finger
Plus thumb
'Cause I stay snapping
They fronted on me, I made back it
[Verse 7]
Six hundred, I Maybach it (Skrrt)
Baby, we ain't in the same bracket
They riding waves, this is Lake Placid
Uh, you wanna be high for this
On God, I'ma ride, I would die for this
Looking bad, oh, you mad 'cause I'm confident?
Tell that bitch she could swallow my cockiness (Huh)
[Verse 8]
Steady on top (Steady on top)
Better believe (Oh, yeah)
They keep praying on my fall
Y'all better believe (Better believe)
I'ma die on top (Hey)
Better believe
I just watch my opps team up, y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Better believe)
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Better believe)
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Hey)
Y'all better believe
Oh, yeah
[Verse 9]
Audemars, Travis, Cactus
Automatic Patek, ride cinematic
Give me pussy, fuck a mattress
Baby, down low a **** crevices (Whoa)
Looking for the killer murderer, ****, there he is
Talking shooting, got no assists
Fuck a jet lags, I'm in the city with it
[Verse 10]
Better believe
I'm gon' get me (Yeah)
Better believe
I just bought a fleet
Better believe (Better believe)
When I say I can't see (Yeah)
Better know better when it come down on me
[Verse 11]
Steady on top (Steady on top)
Better believe (Oh, yeah)
They keep praying on my fall
Y'all better believe (Better believe)
I'ma die on top (Hey)
Better believe
I just watched my opps team up, y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Better believe)
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Y'all better believe)
Y'all better believe
Y'all better believe (Hey)
Y'all better believe
Oh, yeah
Written by: Belly, Danny Schofield, Faris Al-Majed, Jeffery Williams, Richard Muñoz, The Weeknd, Xavier Dotson