Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Unghetto
Vocals
Savani
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Perez Ostrovsky
Songwriter
Mathieu Joel Muyumba
Songwriter
Makusudi Muyumba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Perez Ostrovsky
Co-Producer
Lyrics
Wooh!
Cmon let's go. Masambe, Hrghh
These hoes wanna be like me
These hoes wanna be like me (yea)
These hoes wanna be like me
These hoes wanna be like I
I just wanna be like JAH
Aye, aye (Hrghh)
Which one of you bitches riding?
You ain't riding please get out of the spot
Which one of you hoes I need?
Hoe please, I'm flyer than a bag in the car
We ain't Muslim but we havin' Allaht
They want beef, I keep the jack in the box
You make sure you trollin' everyone name
I just make sure I ain't slackin the guap
Ran off with the drip, keep that shit
It's bad enough that you be lackin a lot
This the money niggas lashing about?
Steady drippin' like a crack in the pot
And if I'm a hundred know your money funny
That's the only shit you should be laughin' about
I ain't even gotta chat with a thot
And somehow she still end up passin' the top!
Not the bottom
I solve it quickly by deleting her number
I am not the problem
Yeah know they wanna be like me
They wanna be like
They wanna be like
They wanna be like
No, They wanna be like I, I, I, I (yea!)
I, I, I, I (like me, bitch yes)
They wanna be like I, I, I, I
I, I, I, I (bitch yes)
My swag on a million
Your swag on a hundred, hmm
It steady keep coming
I'm gettin' the money, dummy
Can't get down on one knee for the thot
Won't gain shit from it
They ain't got shit, they can't pee in a pot
But hating on me
Wanna be a flexin' nigga not a stressin' nigga
Got a message, just get up and go!
Go be a blessing nigga I ain't messin' with you
Be a blessing wherever you roll
Gon' be straight wherever we go
I get in that box wherever we go
I set up that play and I pass to Unghetto
We got a good pick and roll
Need it back ten times fold
I ain't Papa Johns, can't give her my dough (never)
Maybach two times four
Know I'm keeping coins in my kart, Mario (duh)
Moving like Perry the platypus, don't really talk
But they know that I stay in control
It get cold when I pull out my wrist on that bitch
And I swear to God she gon' go (let's rock out)
Go, go, go, go (Bitch yes)
Go, go, go, go
Bitch, go!
Writer(s): Mathieu Muyumba, Makusudi Muyumba, Oscar Ostrovsky
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