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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Unghetto
Unghetto
Vocals
Savani
Savani
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Perez Ostrovsky
Oscar Perez Ostrovsky
Songwriter
Mathieu Joel Muyumba
Mathieu Joel Muyumba
Songwriter
Makusudi Muyumba
Makusudi Muyumba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Perez Ostrovsky
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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