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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Künstler:in
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Künstler:in
Juicy J
Juicy J
Künstler:in
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Komponist:in
Dominique Cole
Dominique Cole
Texte
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Komponist:in
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Produzent:in
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Danny Kalb
Danny Kalb
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Fucking put on a wrong head pair of headphones and shit
[Verse 2]
Uh, just took ten shots and I ain't passed out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
These **** filled up, bring the gas out
Talking bout some shit that you know you stole
I have a fucking way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up
In my condo smoking out, watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer, bruh (I'm right here guys)
Tryna take Domo to the weed spot
True pothead to I need pot
[Verse 3]
Go, I'm so fucking loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches
Tell 'em
Go, faded and I'm floatin'
I hope your lungs is open
All the bitches, tell 'em, go
Now I been around the world before
But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this weed before
But I never thought it'd feel this way
And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"
[Verse 4]
Celebration shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch, let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick, hater, while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower
Five star general, the Odd Future, I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I show you **** to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
**** still stuck in the past, opening new scales
Me and Wiz matching bottles ****, open two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my ****, order two cabs
We ain't worried about rivals, them **** too trash
Fuck what **** think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't give a fuck what **** ain't fucking with
OFWG, run with the team or suck a dick
[Verse 5]
Go, I'm so fucking loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the bitches
Tell 'em
Go, faded and I'm floatin'
I hope your lungs is open
All the bitches, tell em, go
Now I been around the world before
But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this weed before
But I never thought it'd feel this way
And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"
[Verse 6]
Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, watch it
That's that church tambourine shit
My grandma used to play that
****
Golf Wang
[Verse 7]
Yes, sir, I got old money, I got new money
Put 'em together, I got huge money
Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest
Fuck bitches, get ends
Drink gin, fuck their friends
Juicy J, three hoes in a white on white Benz
I say sipping codeine
Blue Dream, I'm rolling up
Looking for a rich bitch with bank statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look like you
One shot from the chopper make you look like two
[Verse 8]
Go
Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Dominique Cole, Jordan Houston, Tyler Okonma

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