Music Video
Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Armani White
Vocals
Denzel Curry
Vocals
Kenneth Cunningham Jr
Keyboards
Christian Eason
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Enoch Armani Tolbert
Songwriter
Myles Moraites
Composer
Julio Angel Fernandez Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
July Da Producer
Producer
Myles William
Producer
Don' Groove
Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ready, down
Legends on three, two, one
'Cause I'm goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, please
Please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
'Cause I'm goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated
Barely even got enough change in the meter
Double-parked, looking like Bane in a beater
Her friend keep helpin' detangle the weave
Only jumped in the front seat to play with the speakers
Stuck to my plans, stretchin' my bands
Plus when I stomp in, my customized vans
Crush like, rush life, plus I got 'em all plus-size
Panamera truck, I hop out the roof, yeah
Dime on my left wrist, and she got the flu, yeah
Watch look like Chex mix, it's 'posed to be blue, huh
She know it's two-seat, so she leave her best friends
Bust down my dad face, your chain is a necklace
'Cause I'm goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, please
Please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
Left wrist golden, right wrist golden, necklace golden, yes, it's golden
Please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
I had to hit my designer for sneaks
Double-dip mine in the bleach, I'm blanco, for sure
If I'm poppin' down Miami Beach
Pull like LeBron with the heat (huh)
I bought a crib in a crib with a office chair
Beach half a mile, but I can't see me walking there
I whip a Tesla, but it ain't no charger there
I call up Co and Brianna and park it there
Top heat, box seats, I'm watching Archer there
Cop lights, stop right next where my block at trust fall
Beat, I might drop that
Hips on Thee Stallion and Doja her top half
Twenty-three hundred on the horse, and I'm Michael
Switchin' out the character, the strip is like typos
Legends on three, two, one
You tried it
You say you love me like you love him, you lying
You know your worth, for what it's worth, I could buy it
Would say it's lonely at the top, but I'm biased
Because I'm only at the top, but you tried it
You say you love me like you love him, you lying
You know your worth, for what it's worth, I could buy it
Would say it's lonely at the top, but I'm biased
Okay, I have reloaded
Bitch, I'm goated
Walk on this beat like I'm walking to Poland
Got Glocks that I'm holdin' it and guap that I'm throwing
Hoes gon' love a nigga in some Rick Owens
And different color diamonds like I'm Josh Brolin
How many times can I tell you I'm goated?
How many times can I tell you I'm goated?
How many times can I tell you I'm goated?
Without niggas actin' like they don't know it?
Why, sir?
See every year I'm gettin' better as a writer
And when it comes down to the flow, I'm gettin' nicer
And niggas couldn't name a song, but a cypher
It doesn't matter, 'cause I'm still gettin' money though
Only reason why you hatin' is 'cause your money low
And every hundred-thousand there's a hundred hoes
When niggas see you as a G.O.A.T., that's just how it goes
Niggas don't wanna see you do great
Rather they see you fall off and then watch your whole ego deflate
Don't give a damn what you make
I see the jealousy, boy, that's a horrible trait
I spot the hate, no binoculars
This how it feels to be popular
They sendin' shots, no photographer
Don't give a damn, that ain't stoppin' 'em
'Cause I'm goated, goated, goated, goated, goated, goated
Please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
Left wrist golden, right wrist golden, necklace golden, yes, it's golden
Please don't go there, go there, go there, go there, go there, go there with me
Yeah
Writer(s): Myles William Moraites, Enoch Armani Tolbert, Julio Angel Fernandez
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