Top Songs By GoldLink
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GoldLink
Performer
Brent Faiyaz
Performer
Thomas, Brandon
Vocals
Jody Poe
Bass
Calvin Anderson
Keyboards
Avery Shanon
Keyboards
New Impressionz
Remixer
Marcus Duckett
Percussion
Marcus Terrell
Drums
Alex Joines
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Teddy Walton
Songwriter
Marquis King
Songwriter
Christopher Brent Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teddy Walton
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been? Yeah, yeah
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
Dirty ass Maryland ass **** with a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow, uh
Got your bitch around me, ****, ain't no playin'
When I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn
Do it for my **** on the coast right there
Do it for my **** in the ghost right now
**** got killed for the boy, live his dreams in the hills
And they watchin' for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uh
We are what them young boys fear, uh
I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
You can tell that from our peers right now
Don't you wanna fuck me now? Uh, bet you wanna love me down, uh
Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said, but know I'm down, uh
Freaky deaky show me somethin', uh
Shake it like you owe me somethin', uh
Pushin' on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh
Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh
Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uh
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin'
Thumpin', rumpin', jumpin', yeah
[Verse 3]
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been? Yeah, yeah
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
[Verse 4]
Hey, nice to meet, I'm Young Jefe, who you be?
Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in, she see my heat
She said, but I live in the hills
Bitch, that's just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I'm a savage, in traffic with MAC 11's
Baddest bitch, and she's Spanish, I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I'm her daddy, she know a **** ain't average
Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses, bitch, turn around, let's make magic
I'm geekin', uh-huh, I'm on it
Don't look at me like you want it
Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin', in fourth down we win't puntin' it
King of District Columbia, can't come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas
[Verse 5]
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been? Yeah, yeah
You came out of hiding, girl
Don't act like I'm your man
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
Don't hold no rank
Written by: Christopher Wood, D'Anthony Carlos, Marquis King, Teddy Walton