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Marty McFly
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Fottrell
Morgan Fottrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fotrill
Fotrill
Producer

Lyrics

(Took a while, now I'm up and I got my day ones around me) (Diamonds water 'round my neck, I can't help it I think I'm drowning) Count it up These racks on me gettin' taller, I'm ten foot one Look I could tell I promise, you not the one And I'm that guy be honest, I get it done (Fotrill!) Whew, Ah I'm Marty McFly in that new machine Hundreds on me, yea they blue and green Wrist and neck covered in Cuban links, ah Whew, they switching' cuz they on the losin' team Hop on the mic, yea I do my thing Jewelry all on, I'm stupid clean Whatchu doin? I been steady cruisin' Blowin' all this gas into the sky 'till it's polluted I been stackin' guala boy, I make it off the music All this fuckin' water boy, my bracelet a jacuzzi That's just how it goes (Ah) Ridin' 'round, I drop the top, nowhere to go Glaciers on my pinky whiter than the snow Been doin' this for a minute, now it's startin' to show See, I've got bros who knew I'd make it, but they ain't around to see this shit Doin' it on my own, don't need nobody else to make me rich Plenty of night at home just workin' hard and trynna make a hit Now me and the guys just ballin' up at Mastro's eating steak and shrimp Now you get the picture (Picture) 'Bout that action homie I'm playin' with figures (Figures) Big old rocks all on my wrist and on my fingers (Fingers) No, them boys a bunch of lames, they ain't come with us (With us) All my pockets big as fuck, they doin' sit ups (Count it up These racks on me gettin' taller, I'm ten foot one Look I could tell I promise, you not the one And I'm that guy be honest, I get it done) Whew, woah, ah I'm Marty McFly in that new machine Hundreds on me, yea they blue and green Wrist and neck covered in Cuban links, ah Whew, they switching' cuz they on the losin' team Hop on the mic, yea I do my thing Jewelry all on, I'm stupid clean Whatchu doin? I been steady cruisin' Blowin' all this gas into the sky 'till it's polluted I been stackin' guala boy, I make it off the music All this fuckin' water boy, my bracelet a jacuzzi
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