Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Vocals
Saweetie
Vocals
Budda Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Thomas
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Budda Beats
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(It's Budda Beats)
[Verse 2]
I'm like Odell with the contracts (Odell)
Scratch that
I'm up 15 mil, that's a fun fact (15 mil)
Bad bih, where you from? Give me some (Yeah)
Come back, send me drum, banana, ugh
Catch a contact, Met Gala, Kanye, one (Yeah)
Come back, run that, run that, ugh (Ugh)
[Verse 3]
Fucked her first, then you pay the rent (Rent, smash)
Shit don't make no sense (No)
Fourth down, I need every inch (Inch)
Now we first and goal, bitch (Biatch)
(Now it's time to get outta control)
Hell nah, I will never snitch (No)
[Verse 4]
Middle finger to the government (Twelve)
Ridin' 'round town, windows president (Skrrt, skrrt)
She like it face down and her ass bent (Yeah)
She throw that shit around, you gon' have a fit (Hey, yes sir)
Bust a move, bitch (Move, skrrt skrrt)
Make the news, bitch (News)
[Verse 5]
When she geekin' (Geekin', geekin'), she be eatin' (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid **** (Break a), into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in, baby, hey)
I told her, "Give it to him, baby" (Yeah, woo)
[Verse 6]
I be geekin' (Geekin', geekin')
I be eatin' (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid **** (Break 'em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in, baby, hey)
I told her give it to 'em, baby (Yeah, woo)
[Verse 7]
I had to turn the savage on (Savage, savage)
I had to turn the manners off (Woo)
First class, yeah, you sittin' with him, baby (Ooh)
First class, you sittin' next to the boss (Huncho)
Big dope inside the loft (Big dope)
She said she too bad to knock it off (Woo)
At least that's what you thought (What you thought)
[Verse 8]
It's gettin' real sad, the **** ball (****, ball)
It's like when 'Melo came to the Hawks ('Melo, 'Melo)
He still got a jersey, though (Jersey)
Way she work a ****, call him Deuce Bigalow
Pull up, bald head, lime green, Lamb' Piccolo (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 9]
(Yeah) I be geekin' (Geekin', geekin')
I be eatin' (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid **** (Break 'em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in, baby, hey)
I told her give it to 'em, baby (Yeah, woo)
[Verse 10]
When she geekin' (Geekin', geekin'), she be eatin' (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid **** (Break a), into pieces (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in, baby, hey)
I told her, "Give it to him baby" (Yeah, woo)
Written by: Diamonte Harper, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Zachary D. Thomas