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Juice WRLD - Lightyears ft. Young Thug (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Martin Püschel
Martin Püschel
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lamar Williams
Jeffrey Lamar Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Max Lord
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Bainz
Bainz
Recording Engineer
Sierra Sparrow
Sierra Sparrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aryn Ison
Aryn Ison
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Minor2Go
Minor2Go
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I wanna do her with her friend, what's good?
Baby, I got 'em bands on bands, bitch, I'm—
Runnin' up them bands, bitch, I'm—
Bitch, big pockets lookin' big, big, whoa
Now my pockets lookin' big
Aye, pockets lookin' big
Uh (Uh)
[Chorus]
Bank account lookin' big
Forty make you dance like a jig
You in the way, put a hole in your wig
Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big
I don't like revolvers, they only hold six
Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6
Yo' bitch swallowin' my semen
Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect
Fuck her face, then put her on the internet
[Verse 1]
I just been lettin' the cash grow
Run up on me, die faster
I'm a real ****, no, I'm not an actor
Double cup with that red lean, I'ma sip classy
Dior on my feet, I feel classy
You say you love me, do you mean that?
I don't think so, 'cause you weren't there when I was down bad
I don't think so, bitch, I know so
Money by the boatload
I know why these hoes actin' nice
[Verse 2]
'Cause I'm a rich guy (Rich guy)
Been on my own shit, let that shit fly (Shit fly)
Taking trips off the Percs, I be sky high (Sky high)
In the sky sippin' on red lean like it's red wine, red wine
[Chorus]
Bank account lookin' big
Forty make you dance like a jig
You in the way, put a hole in your wig
Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big
I don't like revolvers, they only hold six
Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6
Yo' bitch swallowin' my semen
Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect
Fuck her face, then put her on the internet
[Verse 3]
When I see diamonds, my senses start twinglin' (Sex)
Dawg ****, twelve phones, all of 'em ringin'
Like, "Brr brr! Hello, do you need me?"
Like, "Brr brr! Hell no, baby, beat it"
Army green, F&Ns (Two of 'em)
Bet a pussy **** won't rat again (Bet)
Bank account low again (Why?)
'Cause I spend all my money on my friends (Hey)
Where the fuck your cash go? (Where?)
How the fuck your drip up to par but your cash low? (Ha)
How the hell you manifest from a big dawg to a tadpole?
How you know that you talented and you dance for?
See we went to the top from them shackles (Top)
How you know in the future gon' be ass though?
Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go
Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank though (Park)
Alright, I'm lit, no lie
Buyin' horses like in Salem, know we mob tie, aw yeah
Rich in real life, I do not see you, ho
Like it's midnight, even in light
[Chorus]
Bank account lookin' big
Forty make you dance like a jig
You in the way, put a hole in your wig
Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big
I don't like revolvers, they only hold six
Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 6-6-6
Yo' bitch swallowin' my semen
Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect
Fuck her face, then put it on the internet
Written by: Jarad Higgins, Jeffrey Williams, Martin Püschel, Nick Mira
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