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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tank
Vocals
Johnny Stokes
Programming
B.A.M.
Programming
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Hodge
Songwriter
Durrell "Tank" Babbs
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Johnnie Newt
Songwriter
Johnny Stokes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Stokes
Co-Producer
Ruben Rivera
Recording Engineer
B.A.M.
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She a boss motherfucker and she know it
She know it (Yeah, you know she know it)
She a boss motherfucker and she know it
Know (Know it, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I let her get to the top
I let her fuck up the streets
I let her pimp up the world
I let her get it all week
I let her pull up her dress
I let her show me that ass
I let her twerk in the seats
I let 'em sit on the glass
I let her put it in drive
I let her work with the stick
I let her do tricks with the ride
Look how she work with the stick
I let her open her mouth
I let her put something in
I let her do what she wants
And I let her do it again
[Verse 3]
Yeah, she a pretty little thing, but a real go-getter
The kind that won't say, you can do dirt with her
She wanted a boss, it get no bigger
Beat it up till the morning, she ain't no quitter
[Verse 4]
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
Anything I say, had a thing, my way
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
Told me that it's mine, she turned it in on time (She wit the)
Shit, all day, all day on it
Shit, all day, all day on it
Shit, all day, all day on it
She ain't fucking with no lames
She wit the, she wit the shit
All day, all day, all day (She wit the shit)
All day, all day, all day (She wit the shit)
And I ain't playing no games, she wit the
[Verse 5]
She wit the shit, talking diarrhea
We go through shit, I stay lying to her
She think I'm real like I'm Mountain Dew
That pussy squirt on me like fountains do
I'm in Miami, and frontin' blue
Taxes paid up when the counties due
I don't care nothing 'bout what you say
I don't care nothing 'bout what you do
Me and Tank, in a tank
I'm a soldier, I shoot ya
More than millions is in the bank
Me and Tank got something to do
[Verse 6]
He said, Quan, be patient
I told 'em, want to be in movies
He said, walk around like your shit stink
But stay humble, improve
Your point to everyone, she wit the shit, she wit the shit
She want the d, she want the dick
So I gave it to her
Whipped it up, yeah, I slaved it to her
Tank, sing it to 'em (Hey)
[Verse 7]
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
Anything I say, had a thing, my way
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
She wit the shit (She wit the shit)
Told me that it's mine, she turned it in on time
She wit the shit
All day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day on it
Shit, all day, all day on it
She ain't fucking with no lames
She wit the shit, all day, all day, all day
She wit the shit, all day, all day, all day
She wit the shit, all day, all day, all day
And I ain't playing no games, she wit the shit
Written by: Brandon Hodge, Dequantes D. Lamar, Durrell "Tank" Babbs, J. Valentine, John James Stokes Jr.