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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
King Issa
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Songwriter
Brandon Pace
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Damas Petit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
Producer
Super Earz
Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Mixing Engineer
Hershey Blakk
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Carr
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bad lil' mami, pull up in Bugatti
Hop out dead fresh, caught me a body
Fly like pilots, need no stylist
When I get dressed, I don't think about it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
[Verse 2]
Show a **** somethin', gotta do somethin'
Show a **** somethin', babe, come and do somethin'
Been too long, I gotta say somethin'
I'ma pick you up when I get home
Backwoods, Patron, which one you want?
Know you like Hennessy, I see you feelin' me
Babe, let's get gone, we been here too long
You feel my energy, we got that chemistry
Bad lil' mami, bad lil' body
Ass so fat that she can't hide it
She so solid, need nobody
She so quiet, but she rough ride it, yeah
[Verse 3]
Bad lil' mami, pull up in Bugatti
Hop out dead fresh, caught me a body
Fly like pilots, need no stylist
When I get dressed, I don't think about it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
[Verse 4]
Started from nothin', so you know how we comin'
Steppin' all on the furniture and we lit like a furnace
Gotta stay with the burner, that's your ho, I return her
IF it ain't about money, it ain't a concern
Show a **** somethin', got the cash in the front
That bitch in the front and she rollin' a blunt
Told her pass me the blunt, I told her I'm next up
And she got her legs up, you know I'ma tear it up
[Verse 5]
Bad lil' mami, pull up in Bugatti
Hop out dead fresh, caught me a body
Fly like pilots, need no stylist
When I get dressed, I don't think about it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
[Verse 6]
Show a **** somethin', let me get a lil' peek
She a lil' freak, beat that lil' pussy to sleep
If it ain't about money, don't wanna talk
Then shawty get violent, hair color, violet, money in the vault
I see through the bullshit, quit lyin' to me
She gon' do whoever, ain't goin' for Que
Hop in the Range and ride the beast
Hop in the booth and ride the beat
We 'bout that action, don't try to beef
She hangin' round stars and strategy
Pull up on the block, I'm swervin'
Hit it from the back and murk it
[Verse 7]
Bad lil' mami, pull up in Bugatti
Hop out dead fresh, caught me a body
Fly like pilots, need no stylist
When I get dressed, I don't think about it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
Show a **** somethin', lot of money in the pockets
Show a **** somethin', got a ass, I like it
Written by: Brandon Pace, Bryan Christopher Williams, C-Trillionaire, Chris Jones, Damas Petit, Daniel Lebrun, Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax, King Issa, Lafontant Yves Carmel