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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young M.A
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Matthew Norrish Jacobson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NY Bangers
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, bro, I think I had too much Hennessy, man
This Hennessy gettin' to me
I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little shmizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in the club, man
Ooouuu
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they hate, but they broke though (But they broke though)
And when it's time to pop, they a no-show (Where they at?)
Yeah, I'm pretty, but I'm loco (Yeah, I'm loco)
The loud got me movin' slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes, bro? (Where the hoes, bro?)
Ayo Keys, where the hoes though? (Yo, where the hoes though?)
That other ****, he a bozo (He a bozo)
It's M.A., you don't know, ho? (You don't know, ho?)
We got liquor by the Boatload (That Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe, that's a no-no (That's a no-no)
All my **** dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (That's the bro code)
Baby gave me head, that's a low blow (That's a low blow)
Damn, she make me weak when she deepthroat (When she deepthroat)
I need a rich bitch, not a cheap ho (Not a cheap ho)
They be on that hate shit, I peep though (Yeah, I peep though)
My brother told me, "Fuck 'em, get that money sis" (Yo, fuck 'em)
You just keep on grindin' on your hungry shit (Uh-huh)
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (Ignore the funny shit)
'Cause if a **** violate, we got a hunnit clips (Grrah)
And we go zero to a hundred quick (Ooh)
We just them **** you ain't fuckin' with (Oh, no)
Pockets on a chubby chick (Uh)
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (Ooouuu)
Yerr, Eli, why they testin' me? (Yo, why they, uh)
Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me (Like I don't keep that)
Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me (Like I ain't got a hitter)
Like we ain't in these streets more than Sesame (Ooh)
If that's your chick then why she textin' me? (Yo, why she textin')
Why she keep callin' my phone speakin' sexually? (Speakin', ooh)
Every time I'm out, why she stressin' me? (Yo, why she stressin')
You call her Stephanie? (You call her huh?)
I call her Headphanie (Ooouuu)
[Verse 2]
I don't open doors for a whore (No, no, no)
I just want the neck, nothin' more (No, nothin' more)
Shawty, make it clap, make it applaud (Yeah, make it clap)
When you tired of your man, give me a call (Give me a call)
Dyke bitches talkin' out they jaw (Yo, what you say?)
Next minute, callin' for the law (Ooh-ooh)
This 9 will have 'em callin' for the Lord (Grrah)
They ain't gettin' shmoney so they bored (Man, they bored)
I could never lose, what you thought? (Man, what you thought?)
M.A got it on lock, man, of course (Man, of course)
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce (I got the sauce)
These haters on my body, shake 'em off (I shake 'em off)
Pussy, I'm a bully and a boss (Man, I'm a boss)
I'm killin' 'em, sorry for your loss (R.I.P.)
I just caught a body, Randy Moss (Ra-ooh)
Now this year, I'm really goin' off (I'm goin' off)
[Outro]
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
Ooouuu, ooouuu
Ah, these haters on my body, shake 'em off
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
I could never lose, what you thought?
What they thought?
I could never lose, what you thought?
This Henny got me, it got me sauced
This Henny got me, ooh, it got me sauced
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man, of course
Ooouuu, ooouuu
Written by: Matthew Norrish Jacobson, Katorah Marrero