Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Vocals
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker
Songwriter
Nicholas Spires
Songwriter
Jalan Anthony Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
lil88
Producer
TM88
Producer
Nick Spiders
Producer
LBW
Producer
Kendall Roark Bailey
Mixing Engineer
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
8-808
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
[Chorus]
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thang
I got rich before I turned twenty-three like Lebron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain
Copped the new jewels, this a Steph Curry tennis chain
Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in yo' bitch droppin' thirty-pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, I'm with ya bitch, we in Singapore
[Verse 1]
I'm the type of **** to post ya bitch and you can't ignore
Now when everybody see that bitch, they like, "Oh, there go Ken Carson whore"
Yeah, I get fly like a Raven, but a **** not in Baltimore
When you talk to me, you talkin' to money, because I'm a walkin' ATM
Sold out tours, damn, they should of built a stadium
She like, "Ain't you Ken Carson? Ain't you X?" Hell yeah, that's him
I got guns bigger than these ****, I can't never be scared of them
He was talkin' real tough till a **** shot that lead at him
[Verse 2]
I get higher than a UFO, bitch, I'm a alien
I just got this ho from the middle east, she Israelian
I just made a hunnid thousand, stuffed it in some Raver pants
I just got a paper cut from countin' all this paper, man
I come through, I'm dressed in all black like I was satan, man
I just made one call like Ken Nugent, ain't no savin' him
And they like, "Lonely, rich as fuck, I guess we should hate on him"
I don't really give no fucks, I'm overseas, and I just Balenci' my jeans, huh
Called a brand new ho, she a freak, and she tryna eat my team, ugh
Alex Moss did my ring, I make her kiss my ring
Yeah, she sucked me clean, I make her spit just like Listerine
Yeah, I pulled off in a Ghost, baby, like a mystery
Huh, real big dog you ain't seen nothin' as big as me
They say they get as paid as me, but I agree to disagree
Itchin', itchin' for that paper, huh, money come to me
My trigger finger itchin' for a hater and I'm finna squeeze
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Walk in Magic City with a hunnid, threw the whole thang
I got rich before I turned twenty-three like Lebron James
Copped the Bentley Mulsanne, yeah, just to switch lanes
Copped the new SVJ, yeah, just to lose the brain
Copped the new jewels, this a Steph Curry tennis chain
Thirty-pointer every night, yeah, I'm in yo' bitch droppin' thirty-pointers
Takin' flights, yeah, I'm with ya bitch, we in Singapore
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie III, Bryan Simmons, Jalan Lowe, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Luuk Benjamin Wanmaker, Nicholas Spires, Nick Spiders