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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Harlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Amir Sims
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Jose Velazquez
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Montez Dewayne Jones
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Scotty Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
John Mayer
Producer
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Producer
Fierce
Producer
Coleman
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Lyrics
My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret
I don't wish for my success, I speak it
I caught a buzz and you did too, but you tweakin'
I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it
You smell me? That's LV
Walkin' 'round with my chest out and my skin smooth, I'm healthy
I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin', but most of y'all can't help me (Nah)
Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope), most of y'all just dress like it
I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off and I'm tryna make myself less like it
This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it
It's hard for me to get excited, I love music and stress 'bout it
My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it
Ridin' 'round in the shotgun of her Tesla
Hangin' both of my legs out it like, "What's up?"
I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up
I like girls that's down to earth, so don't be stuck up
I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up
First listen, they hearin' this shit like, "What the fuck?"
Ten toes, that's my MO
Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)
Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
And they let it go while I reload
Like bow, bow, bow
TSA just opened my bookbag up and my chain hittin' like
Bow, bow, bow, bow
The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touch down they
Bow, bow, bow, bow
She down low, three-point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
Bow, bow, bow, bow
And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)
And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)
I told her, "I don't come from head, but you can try though" (You can try)
I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though
I take a look 'round at my comp and it's just
Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mmm-mmm)
I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)
Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused
This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it
How the hell could you doubt us?
I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like now what?
Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us
You ain't one of my dogs, why do you hound us?
It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust, 'cause
Ten toes, that's my MO
Fam over 'Gram, that's my MO
Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
And they let it go while I reload
Like bow, bow, bow
TSA just opened my bookbag up and my chain hittin' like
Bow, bow, bow, bow
The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touch down they
Bow, bow, bow, bow
She down low, three-point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Written by: Amir Sims, Douglas Ford, Jack Harlow, Jahaan Sweet, Jose Velazquez, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Montez Dewayne Jones, Rogét Chahayed, Scotty Lavell Coleman