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Moneybagg Yo, Lil Wayne, Ashanti – Wockesha Remix [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Rap
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Rap
Ashanti
Ashanti
Vocals
DeBarge
DeBarge
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
Jorres Nelson
Jorres Nelson
Songwriter
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
Songwriter
Mark Debarge
Mark Debarge
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Javar Rockamore
Javar Rockamore
Producer
Real Red
Real Red
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Mixing Engineer
YC
YC
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I kinda put the cup down for a minute, but, um But honestly, it ain't nobody's business What's in my cup, what's in your cup What's in their cup, it's your cup, drink it So whatever the hell was in my cup The only reaction I did was got more popular, more successful Did a lot more things that I've ever done I probably should pick that cup back up First thing first, Perc' popper, drink always muddy Flooded, crushed ice in the cup, it look diamond studded Slushy, fuckin' codeine raw, but I ain't bussin' Throw her in the drink, she throw me in park, and I ain't budgin' Oo, some say the lean makes the drink seem spectacular Wockesha ain't no activist but she can act like her Shiverin', I'm leanin', pivotin' Chill, relax, fine, let me pour up a line Ring, ring around the rosey, leanin' got me dozing Wrap her body up in two cups, keep her cozy Fire, I'm blowing like King Koopa, Yoshi Murder she wrote me with a purple emoji, yeah The days are just colder without her Without that purple, I'm blue, the Lakers just golden without her I don't go nowhere without her, hide in my soda, Osama When it come to that Wocka', I got that hoe by the flocka, 'Kesha One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back Go your way, I go my way but somehow we be still attached Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that They be like I'm dumb for fuckin' with you, I spend stupid racks I'm sittin' here knowing I don't need ya, pourin' O's in a liter Sippin' chaser with my reefer, can't get my mind off Wockesha Watch me put my heart in this cup In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup I'm sittin' here lookin' at 'Kesha, like, "Do you love me, do you love me not?" Damn, you hit the spot Taste like candy (candy), sweet like fruit (oo) Wet like water, can I love on you? Withdrawals, I'm feelin' different, every day I need a dose Every now and then I'm missin', I got my times when I go ghost But she mine (hmm-mm), I'm stampin' her Priority status, so them other bitches mad at her (too mad, ha) Thumbin' through a hunnid thou', I spent that times two on you Caught myself cuttin' you loose, then I pop back up like peek-a-boo Here I go, flyer than most, Louis V coat (that's high) Gas station, coffee cup full, I don't drive boats, no Money can't buy happiness but she found love inside a G Head and somethin' to eat, that's all a thug nigga need No lie you get me higher than the prices on my weed I'm displayin' my feelings like I'm wearin' 'em on my sleeve (see) Baby, why you hurt me? Leave me and desert me Boy, I gave you all my heart and all you did was tear it up (tear it up) Lookin' out my window, knowin' that I should go (I should go) Even when I pack my bags There's something always holdin' me back (Ashanti) I ain't with the runnin' back, you can keep your money bag You be tryna trick on me, sip on me 'cause you want it back Babe, don't play with my heart babe I been in it with you from the start, ayy Ain't nobody there like I'm there for you to lean on Double cup love both got each other fiendin' (fiendin') Hey, you better change yo' habits Uh, 'cause boy, you fuckin' with a classic One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back Go your way, I go my way but somehow we be still attached Tryna find my answers with this cup but ain't no truth in that They be like I'm dumb for fuckin' with you, I spend stupid racks I'm sittin' here knowing I don't need ya, pouring O's in a liter Sippin' chaser with my reefer, can't get my mind off Wockesha Watch me put my heart in this cup In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup (I swear) Without you, woo-woo No more, no more
Writer(s): Christopher A Pearson, Jorres Nelson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Javar A. Rockamore, Dwayne Carter, Mark D. Debarge, Sean Puffy Combs, Etterlene Jordan, Rashad Smith, Christopher Wallace, Marcus Vest, Ashanti S. Douglas, Irving Domingo Lorenzo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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