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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Lead Vocals
Aura Qualic
Sampled Artist
Hatsune Miku
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Corey Moon
Songwriter
Nicholas Berlinger
Songwriter
Filip Dariusz Stefanczyk
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TM88
Producer
DJ Moon
Producer
Wheezy
Producer
Moxart Beatz
Producer
Stefanccino
Producer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Braden Davies
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
8
Wheezy outta here
[Verse 1]
Sittin' behind five percent, you can see the chinain
Lil' one going crazy, ready to sprrrt for the ginang
If it weren't for Google, man, that bitch wouldn't know my nickname
Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and it was plain Jane
Let the door swang, swang the door open, smell cocaine
Traffickin' drug money and trap out this one lane
Stepped all in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don't like girls, bet this money make a bitch so gay
[Chorus]
Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm puttin' on that stuff
Diggin' in her back, pull out my money, make a bitch bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo these days, put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit up sittin' behind five percent
[Verse 2]
Every time I re-up, they got advance at least twenty M
I been gettin' richer and richer my whole career
Took the dope money, went and record a mixtape, it's rappers way out
Sittin' on a bail totin' a big K, ain't even got a couch
To Australia, I'm familiar, spent two million on a jet
In that dualie doin' the dash, I let lil' dawgie hold a TEC
I got molly with the crystals, but I been back doing X
Got a Rolex on my wrist, this bitch cost 'bout a Corvette
Give these **** a couple band and hit your face and hit your chest
I was rollin' off the pills, I should've never fucked the bitch
I got hoes, these **** married, don't let 'em go, they come through
I got fentanyl in my diamonds, I spend a nine on a pair of shoes
I'on even care who these **** shot at, ain't nan of them got murked
I got some real killers, they'll kill a ****, then go and shoot up the hearse
You think a **** like me give a fuck about a **** shootin' up the church?
I gotta take this shit up with God 'cause I'm a god on the earth
I got this motherfuckin' new Benz, I ain't even drove it since it came out
Couple of bad bitches, they twins, walkin' naked through my house
Cook good dope up in the kitchen, I could do that top shelf
Bitches still claimin' me, I ain't fucked in over a year
[Chorus]
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch, Cartier diamond buff (What up?)
Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump (Jump)
Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm puttin' on that stuff
Diggin' in her back, pull out my money, make a bitch bust a nut
Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick (Yeah)
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick (I ain't seen a brick)
Cocaine by the kilo these days, put it right on my wrist (Woo)
You can still see the chain lit up sittin' behind five percent
[Outro]
Sittin' behind five percent, you can see the chinain
Lil' one goin' crazy, ready to sprrrt for the ginang
Stepped all in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
Oh, she don't like girls, bet this money make a bitch so gay
Written by: Bryan Simmons, Corey Moon, Filip Dariusz Stefanczyk, Glen Nakai, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nicholas Berlinger, Wesley Glass