Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
LUCKI
LUCKI
Stimme und Gesang
Veeze
Veeze
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
LUCKI
LUCKI
Songwriter:in
karon malcolm vantrees
karon malcolm vantrees
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Produzent:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Ingenieur:in
Mayday
Mayday
Produzent:in

Lyrics

(Icey, I'm so sick of you) Ayy, ayy Couldn't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends I'll make a ho day, prolly ruin it the same way I'm Hellcat Tune, that lil' Track' a throwaway My lil' bitch be off the Pluto, she think she my protégé I'm startin' to miss Xans, if you love me, be prayin' Fast money, Hot Topic, crazy bottle, boy got options I'm all cashed out, but I'm never out of pocket I'm made like LUCKI, but I'm in it for the money Think I'm cruisin' in the Cully, but I'm really doin' a hunnid I'm with good and bad niggas, they could do you or just rob you I'm a Adderall demon in the Lamb' like Paul Walker I be prayin' when I'm speedin', prolly sinnin', but God talkin' I know none in life is free, ain't no good come from cheap Pull up louder, sippin' lean if valet can't keep the key If you see me, take a picture, 'cause this outfit cost a key It was whippets in the Bentley, it's a shame, it's some to see Way it's pokin' out my pocket, niggas forced to pocket watch me I got drank up in the party, seal gon' make the sky sparkle She a freak hoe, never get no ring, Charles Barkley Too much money in my pants, twin, can't even find the car key Girl, that pussy way too hot right now, I can't even afford it God, save us from this Wocky drought, last few weeks been torture I'm so petty, I go to the airport in a fit that cost a mortgage Check my wrist, that bitch a president, like police escort You know me, C.E.O., president, I run my own shit We in the 'Rari with them blickies on us, just like Mike Lowrey did I'm so snake, I really like tall grass, I hate on lawn care She wanna know how to get to my heart, I gotta see how that throat hit I put so much game on a bitch She thought I was readin' a movie script (ayy, ayy, ayy) I still wanna know who made hunnids blue (ayy) I still gotta thank him (ayy, ayy, ayy) That money ain't gon' do it, but that drank gon' change niggas Fo'nem said I'm like Superman, I'm up off painkillers She saw me out in traffic, I look like her main nigga I said my name to her, she already knew that I played with her I nod off of that drank, ho wanna be a babysitter I do this shit for the mob, they in the sky, can't take me with 'em I wonder if that bitch gon' fye if she had kept her bestie with her I play this shit out loud, still gon' keep my head up, nigga I still can't feel my face, it's me and twin, we left some niggas I told you, "Ain't no way I'ma run you over if you let me, nigga" Damn, haha I can't count my-, ayy I can't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends I'ma-, ayy, ayy
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees, Camel Jr Lc Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out