Top Songs By Fresco Trey
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fresco Trey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Michael Benjamin
Songwriter
Charlie Couvillion
Songwriter
Jacob Michael Deimler
Songwriter
Sophie Belle Grajcer
Songwriter
Trey Ashton Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Couvillion
Producer
James Hoover
Mastering Engineer
ACE1
Mixing Engineer
RVNES
Producer
Sophie Gray
Producer
Split It Up Benji
Producer
Lyrics
Hit up draft kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sipping margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition, but it ain't nobody left
Hit up draft kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sipping margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition, but it ain't nobody left
Balling no discussion
Don't want to hear the fussing, knew I'd be rich
Look at my wrist, of course I seen it comin'
100k all in 20s
Come around I bet she love it
Aye, boosting up my ego, can't be seen in public
This a brand-new whip, so please don't lean on it
AMG that Bitch came with some screens on it
She says that I'm toxic
But want me to put a ring on it, AKA her favorite color pink
But she like green on me
We gone throw a party, make it look like a parade
Pull up in a yellow Rari same color as lemonade (yea, yea)
All this money probably shortened up my days
Pulled them racks out of my pockets, she forgot about my age
Hit up draft kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sipping margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition, but it ain't nobody left
Hit up draft kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sipping margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition, but it ain't nobody left
I'm a rookie, but I feel just like the vet
Shoot my shot, won't touch the touch
Put two hand across the neck, no respect
Then again, I'm like the one who cut the checks
The way I ball, you'll think it's March the way
I left shawty upset, pull up in the parking lot and lift the doors
This platinum leather wipe your feet before they hit the floor
She loving the life, no, she ain't tryna go
We make it easy for lil mama tell them niggas no
Hit up draft kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else, I'm at the top floor
Sipping margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition, but it ain't nobody left
Hit up draft kings
I bet a hunnid on myself, I been all alone
Ain't never need nobody else I'm at the top floor
Sipping margaritas off the shelf
Wish I had some competition, but it ain't nobody left
Writer(s): Jacob Deimler, Sophie Belle Grajcer, Trey Davis, Brandon Benjamin
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