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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dijon McFarlane
Composer
Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Composer
Jordan Holt
Composer
Alexander West
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mustard
Producer
David Pizzimenti
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Justus West
Additional Producer
J.Holt
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
Yeah
[Chorus]
Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze
[Verse 1]
We just bust back, fuck a chit-chat
I got dollars, I never gotta go tit for tat
I be inside her throat like a Tic Tac
And she never ever give me lip
Sippin' on this potion, I'm flyer than fly
She say I'm the G.O.A.T. and she got a look in her eyes
Got a lot of vibes, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I was taught to slide with a pole
[Chorus]
Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze
[Verse 2]
We was at the trap house, had cash in the couch
New black Maybach when I'm backin' it out
We went out to eat, I spent some racks at TAO
I'm a real ****, gotta keep it ten thousand
She gave me top-top, so I took her overseas
Took her to the dock, gotta cruise it on the beach
I got big knots, my Amiris go deep
And I can't lie, she got a hold on me, aye
[Chorus]
Ride through the night with my high beams on
Truth is, shawty got me goin' crazy
Truth is, I can't lie, you my favorite
Truth is, I'm too high, I'm too faded
Truth is, I put on for my foes
I done seen a million knock down my door
I can't talk 'bout shit I don't know
Cartier, feel like time froze
[Outro]
Aye, hello
Hello
Aye, what's happenin'?
Hey
Aye, what you doin'?
Nothin' much, what you got goin' on?
Shit, bored, ****, missin' you
Stop it, you is not thinkin' about me
You won't even let me phone my girl, bro
You play too much, for real
I be thinkin' 'bout you, when I pull up on you, I'ma play that Fantasia
Whatever, I'll be damned
Written by: Alexander West, Dijon McFarlane, Jordan Holt, Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.