Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Dwayne Richardson
Dwayne Richardson
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
D. Rich
D. Rich
Producer
Zeus Negrete
Zeus Negrete
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, I went right outta business for more cash I went 'Rari on 'Rari, we horse playin' (mm-hm) I can't go back and forth with your broke ass (for what?) Hold on, wait, matter fact, where your ho at? (Come here) On the block with a pound in the store bag I just left from the plug, tryna go back (weren't you?) Keep a blick just incase this shit go bad (bop-bop-bop) Brodie keep on the ski like he 4batz Niggas cap a lot, they don't got no hats (cap) Terrified of the bottom, can't go back, nope (never) If you right or you wrong, I'm with broski Move in silence, don't make no commotion (yeah) Show them boys how to pop it, for sure-ski Clear the club, takin' shots, I got no sleep Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah Killin' her shit, got two hands on her waist while I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr, grr) Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved Okay (bossed up), okay, okay, okay, yeah Killin' her shit, got two hands on her waist while I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr, grr) Got a game in my palms, I'll fuck around, windmill this bitch, I done stick my whole arm in it I was lettin' 'em live for a while, put two feet on they neck, tell 'em bitches ain't done wit' 'em You and bro 'posed to never fall out about none of these women, don't cherish, have fun with 'em I got love for the skreets, they been down for me with or without, I ain't breakin' my bond with 'em If I want it, I get it, that's sippin' on Sunday, don't leave for the bank, I got the funds with me (yeah) Told the plug to go down on the number, the lawyer to go up on royalties (I ain't playin') Got her ass did, it went to her head, it got hot in here, ain't break a sweat Rock a Urus the side of my left ear (no cap), I'm the reason she know how a jet felt (yeah) Made her squirt, I had popped me a black pill (whoa) In L.A., let her go off in Maxville (go 'head) I don't care what he did, he a rat still (fuck him) And I said what I said, don't at me (yeah) Skreet rapper, contract, top athlete (yeah) Two M's out the tap, that was last week (paid) Low-key, but the blogs still attack me (why?) T'd up, I been turnt since the backseat Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah Killin' her shit, got two hands on her waist while I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr, grr) Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah Killin' her shit, got two hands on her waist while I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr, grr)
Writer(s): Dwayne Richardson, Dominique Jones, Wesley Glass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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