Top Songs By Trill Sammy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trill Sammy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trill Sammy
Composer
benny blanco
Composer
Magnus August Høiberg
Composer
Kentrell Gaulden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cashmere Cat
Producer
benny blanco
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shawty live life lavish (Live lavish)
She ain't fuckin' with no average (She ain't fuckin' with no, no)
I'm in love with the top, I done ran through the guap
When I walk in, bag it (Bag it)
Top disappear just like magic
On the go, gotta have it
Fuck your hoe like a savage (Yeah)
Fuck your hoe like a savage
[Verse 2]
All this ice, all these carats (Ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
(That's your hoe, why she worried though?)
Look down at my phone, it's 3am
And all these missed calls came from you
You
I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
That make me fall through
Look down at my phone, it's 3am
And all these missed calls came from you
You
I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me (Brr)
[Verse 3]
Now, I gotta have it (Have it)
Fuck the cash, turn to a savage (Savage)
New Louis Vuitton, baby, check out the fashion
Fuck, I might take the bands straight to the casket (Ooh-ooh)
Pull up and send me the addy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Throw up this cash, watch it fall to the floor
Just down in the H runnin' candy
Pour up a cup, rest in peace to Big Moe
Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody (Anybody)
No-no-no I'm not average
Fuck your hoe like a savage
[Verse 4]
All this ice, all these carats (Ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
(That's your hoe, why she worried though?)
Look down at my phone, it's 3am
And all these missed calls came from you
You
I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
That make me fall through
Look down at my phone, it's 3am
And all these missed calls came from you
You
I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me
[Verse 5]
What it is, tell me what do you feel?
When I get in your face, ain't no talkin'
Five missed calls ring, no alarm
Shawty be talkin', forever we ballin'
Hop in the bed and fuck till the mornin'
Give you some H, you run it this mornin'
Whole lotta' money, you want it, I'm on it
Tribulations, murder right at the corner
I tend for to throw so much that you can't handle
Or count at the bottom at random
Police gave me a case you might handle
Ima' look like a daughter, I stand up
Headed to where you be at
I'ma fall and jump in, and not yet
I approach and I get in your head
Bringing up shit that somebody done said
[Verse 6]
All this ice, all these carats (Ooh)
That's your hoe, why she worryin'?
(That's your hoe, why she worried though?)
Look down at my phone, it's 3am
And all these missed calls came from you
You
I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash
That make me fall through
Look down at my phone, it's 3am
And all these missed calls came from you
You
I been up 3 days, there's somethin' bout this cash that make me (Brr)
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Magnus August Høiberg, Trill Sammy, benny blanco