Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Driggers
Charles Driggers
Songwriter
Narcos
Narcos
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BricksDamane
BricksDamane
Producer
Narcos
Narcos
Producer

Lyrics

Went straight to the top like a fitted (top) Still got some act in the fridge (act) Pour up let's count up these riches (pour it pour it) Still flying bags through the city I told you that foreign wasn't rented I can't fuck on no boring bitches (no boring bitches) Young Gunna was born to get it I gotta keep going in Walk in that flame make it storm again When I see this bitch she pick up a ten I fucked on her now I wanna fuck her friend I'm popping that shit from above the rim My drip with my crew and we love to spend (we love it) Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again Scoping the left with a FN Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla G5 we don't fly propeller (nah) My coupe filled with paraphernalia (yeah) My lil' brother keep a Beretta Seem like they got a vendetta (yeah) Pull up with with them sticks in the shuttle Put my momma in that new Gucci sweater They hate to see I'm doing better Went straight to the top like a fitted (top) Still got some act in the fridge (act) Pour up let's count up these riches (pour it pour it) Still flying bags through the city I told you that foreign wasn't rented I can't fuck on no boring bitches (no boring bitches) Young Gunna was born to get it Tell my lil' bro don't panic Everyday we gone ride with that static Them big blue faces I gotta have it I got carrots but I don't see no rabbit I fucked that lil pussy and vanished She say that Young Gunna a savage Still had racks when I walked outta Magic Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace Turn the kid into a legend (I swear) And I can't forget it (nah) Rags to riches Put that shit on in Givenchy I shot it the last minute (last) What you thought a nigga wasn't with it? I parallel park hop out dripping Got drank in my cup I keep sipping And my five gon' come with extension Went straight to the top like a fitted (top) Still got some act in the fridge (act) Pour up let's count up these riches (pour it pour it) Still flying bags through the city I told you that foreign wasn't rented I can't fuck on no boring bitches (no boring bitches) Young Gunna was born to get it
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Charles Driggers, Benjamin Calame, Mathieu Brunet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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