Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smiley
Vocals
Dj Charlie B
Keyboards
Parker Hatten
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Parker Hatten
Songwriter
Ajay Saxena
Songwriter
Alexandre Morand
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dj Charlie B
Producer
Parker Hatten
Producer
Devin Nakao
Mixing Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Angie Randisi
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I tried to tell these ****, but they don't understand me
I want a Grammy, I miss my granny
Billboards charts ****, you understand me
This is a race in my city, we want a Grammy
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, I re-up'd at Tammy's
I'm breakin' 'em all right now, I don't want them envy
I already seen the highs and lows, you don't wanna tempt me
I'm not just an artist, I'm a product, they could sell me
I already said this **** before
I ain't doing no back and forth
They raided my Ford and put it in court
I felt the love and I want more
Dirtied the glizzy and put it in my shorts
He had his time, I hope he enjoyed
Most of my **** not even employed
He in the streets, he want the Floyd
Money, she like the view, it's sunny
I remember the brick in her stomach
We had to trap all summer
I had to bring back numbers
Had to miss my daughter
Now I'm in CN tower
Had to clock in hours
How much you get an hour?
She like the seat, it's Rs
She like to be with ours
She like to see these stars
She know she with a star
Gang, gang-gang, I get the **** and I go
Ain't too much a **** could tell me
In like three years, I'm filthy
Where the Ace at? Let's get ****
Heard I hit his ****, I ain't dissin'
If **** you're makin' me
Like five million in my pension
These Lambos not rented
Let the top down on these ****
Yeah, I dropped out but I'm smart
Got like three million in cars
Saved the Maybach for my dawg
Off White 2's, ****, when I jog
This forever us, still not yours
**** me and get caught
I want all the **** that I bought
****, I ain't ever taking no loss
I'm in Toronto for the weekend
Two main **** and a freak ****, not one or deuce I'm three lit
Fours over five till I see six
The world's small, I know they heard about me, I get it
I ain't too far from the city, that's my ****, aye, yeah
I tried to tell these ****, but they don't understand me
I want a Grammy, I miss my granny
Billboards charts ****, you understand me
This is a race in my city, we want a Grammy
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, I re-up'd at Tammy's
I'm breakin' 'em all right now, I don't want them envy
I already seen the highs and lows, you don't wanna tempt me
I'm not just an artist, I'm a product, they could sell me
Written by: Ajay Saxena, Alexandre Morand, Dion Hayes, Parker Hatten