Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Dez Wright
Producer
Wheezy
Producer
Bryan Anzel
Recording Engineer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I'm out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
I was chillin' at the spot on a bedside's couch
I wasn't even gon' do nothin', don't care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
F- you, lil' b-, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I think my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (uh)
F- her in the car and told her, "Least it cost a house" (yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise, I never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (two-hundred)
Changin' up the climate, whenever you get through I'm ballin' (when you)
Change it up, my b- down, damn my old b- stalkin'
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin' up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain't 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the d- 'cause I'm toxic (toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my b- in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top, and I can make me a M
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I'm out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich (yeah), I think my cars bring me out
Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach sh-
My opp got this one, so I done gave it to my b-
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherf- wrist
Think I'm lyin'? You can dive in this bitch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it's a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm 'bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherf- Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic, then you big
Take the Porsche away (yeah), fillin' up a safe (yeah)
Got the Bugatti (yeah), f- a pool party (yeah)
Pourin' weed in her p- like I'm Bob Marley (yeah)
All my dawgs got it (yeah), we don't do no barkin'
N- put me out, so I bought the shop (yeah)
I put my cars in this b-, now it's a parkin' spot
We had more oil in the city, back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the wraith for y'all
Livin' legitimate, I'm swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain't 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin'
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f- two b- in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill' in jewels (Pluto)
Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me, meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some sh- you ain't got, ha
Now I'm out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, sh- got rained out
I done got so rich, I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com