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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
YK Osiris
Musique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
DaBaby
Composition
Mosley
Composition
Osiris Williams
Composition
Oscar Garza Hernandez
Composition
Trevon Campbell
Composition
Torres Talancon
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
XL
Production
Bryannwrk
Co‑production
Brian Sumner
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rashawn McLean
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Seaberg
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Bryan Omar Torres Talancon
Production
Justin Mosley
Production
Jordan Mosley
Co‑production
Paroles
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a dancer (Huh), freaky dancer (Huh)
Throwin' money in your club, she gon' dance, yeah
I got money, he got money, you get next, huh
She don't love him, love the mall, she like fast cars
She's a dancer (Huh), freaky dancer (Huh)
Throwin' money in your club, she gon' dance, yeah
I got money, he got money, you get next, huh
She don't love him, love the mall, she like fast cars
I like bad broads (Bad broads), freaky, bad broads (Freaky, bad broads)
Spent a hunnid on my jewelry, that's a whole yard (That's a whole yard)
I like fast cars, foreign fast cars (Skrrr!)
Money stackin' to the ceiling, ain't no cap, boy (Ain't no cap!)
Back that ass up like two, two (Like two, two)
Bring your friend with you, I'm like one plus two (That's one plus two)
Got them bands on me and the bills so blue (And the bills so blue)
Show me what you do when it rains on you (Yeah, yeah)
She's a dancer, freaky dancer
Throwin' money in your club, she gon' dance, yeah (She gon' dance, yeah)
I got money, he got money, you get next, huh (You get next, huh)
She don't love him, love the mall, she like fast cars (She like fast cars)
She's a dancer (Yah!), freaky dancer (Freaky dancer)
Throwin' money in your club, she gon' dance, yeah (She gon' dance, yeah)
I got money, he got money, you get next, huh (You get next, huh)
She don't love him, love the mall, she like fast cars
If she ain't a freak, I'm straight
I ain't tryna fuck right now, bitch, wait (Ah)
Don't play my shit? I'm good
Wanna fuck? Gotta download my mixtape (Yeah)
She like when I pull on her hair (Ah, ah)
I be stretchin' her, legs in the air (Ah, ah), like a wrestler
Stand on the chair, or beat you on the head, I'mma bear
Kick her out when we fucked, I'm a dawg
Fuck a cop, Ion fuck with the law
A nigga, he workin' from 90 to 5
I pull up and fuck her while he on the job
I get head every night like I'm sleepy, I'm tired
Had to get her an Uber, bitch needed a ride
Why the fuck does she always hit me with the mop
She get paid when she dance, like a freak, it's a job
She's a dancer (Yeah!), freaky dancer (Freaky dancer)
Throwin' money in your club, she gon' dance, yeah (She gon' dance, yeah)
I got money, he got money, you get next, huh (You get next, huh)
She don't love him, love the mall, she like fast cars (She like fast cars)
She's a dancer, freaky dancer (Freaky dancer, yeah)
Throwin' money in your club, she gon' dance, yeah (Ha!)
I got money, he got money, you get next, huh
She don't love him, love the mall, she like fast cars (Woah!)
ATL Eagle baby
Writer(s): Justin Lashane Moseley, Trevon Justin Campbell, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Osiris Williams, Jordan Mosley, Bryan Omar Torres, Hernandez Oscar Garza
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