Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Reeves
Songwriter
Colson Baker
Songwriter
Brandon Allen
Songwriter
Steve Basil
Songwriter
Chandler Tevas Ingram
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mgk
Producer
Brandon “SlimXX” Allen
Producer
BazeXX
Producer
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Ghostrage
Producer
Joe Reeves
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
[Verse 1]
The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined
My life is symbiotic with the culture, I could never, ever lose the vibe
Make sure they rollin' one up for me 'cause it's been a long ride
We doin' this one for Money T, keep his name alive (Yeah)
[Chorus]
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
Hold up
[Verse 2]
I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen
You can skip the introduction
I'm introverted, I don't want your attention
Stand on whatever I say, I'll say it to your face
I don't do it in mentions (For real)
I believe God had to put me through Hell
So that I could learn me a lesson
I was eleven (Damn)
Sharin' a bed with my dad but didn't have a bedroom
In a recession (Yeah)
Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn't have leg-room
Everything's destined (So)
It was inevitable I take on his aggression
Mad at the world 'cause I'm feelin' rejected
Guessing I gotta die to be a legend
[Refrain]
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (Turn up)
[Intro]
Holy shit
Showin', showin' naked ass
C-Town, bring them slabs out, boom, boom, boom
[Verse 3]
Open the toilet and took a piss
Open my mouth, I'm talkin' shit (Uh)
Open accounts 'cause this money don't fit in the safe
My accountant can't count this shit, hmm
This look counterfeit
If I wear it, it's priceless, can't count the fit (Yeah)
Stack it up tall as a mountain is (Yeah)
I grow money on trees like a botanist
(When you droppin' this?) Right now
I just made the hardest shit I ever heard right now
Wait a minute, look where I was and where I'm at right now
In a plane with no passengers in it, over Cleveland, 'bout to touch down
I got the car keys in the Carhartt
I don't need 'em, know I push and the car start (Skrrt)
I got the icing like a Pop Tart
And I stay spittin' fire like a Charizard
I used to be broke, couldn't afford a heater, way back in the day when I was openin' for Wiz Khalifa (Yeah)
I just got myself out of an misdemeanor, he said that he wasn't there, I told him that I wasn't either (I wasn't)
I broke every bone except my middle finger (Fuck you)
Only had a heartbreak once, I won't have two
Free Young Thug, pour a two-liter
Why's everybody singin' like they're Dua Lipa? (Yeah)
La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah
[Intro]
Aye, we doin' this shit one take
Green light, don't stop, go
[Verse 4]
I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked
And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups
I ain't talkin' 'bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up
I don't sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up
I don't give a fuck about who streamin', pull the list up
I'm a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up
There won't be a day I need a vest under my zip-up
'Cause every time they tried to send a shot, it always missed us (Doo, drr)
I hear that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife
My cousin tried to suffocate me, he said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ
Healin' my bruise with a piece of ice, I held on myself when I needed a family
Instead, I was left to my own device, swallowed the pill like a piece of rice
I slept in the attic, had demon nights, that's in the house off Lee Road
I saw my friend's eyes change, now he just a body with no soul
I been in the game, got a lot of exes, look like a cheat code
I had a couple rappers leavin' out the spot with their teeth broke (Shh)
You can see the double Rs when I creep slow (When I creep slow)
You can't have my dick if you can't deep-throat (No)
Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low
I create the wave, but I don't own no beach clothes
Lately, I made a lot of enemies, lately, I been goin' through it mentally
So, I gotta palm and a rock in my pocket in public, protectin' my energy
Spiritually, you couldn't measure me, my soul has been here for a century (No, yeah)
We came out of high school together and now, he tweakin' off the methamphetamine
[Chorus]
We throwin' Ls like
Real up-the-way shit
You see those double Xs
We outside, bitch
Throwin' Ls like
Real Cleveland shit
You see those double Xs
We outside, bitch
[Outro]
Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen
Written by: Brandon Allen, Chandler Ingram, Charlie Handsome, Colson Baker, Ghostrage, Joe Reeves, Steve Basil