Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
August Alsina
Vocals
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
August Alsina
Songwriter
Sean McMillion
Songwriter
Ralph Jeanty
Songwriter
Samuel Irving III
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Knucklehead
Producer
The Exclusives
Vocal Producer
Sean McMillion
Mixing Engineer
Briana Payne
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alexander Newell
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She got a Bugatti body, yeah, she a beast in the streets
She from the projects, the hood, you know, same spot as me
I told her, we already rich, shorty, I need a freak
Do some secrets to you, you do some secrets to me
[Verse 2]
I won't tell nobody
Remind me of Yaris
Beat it up in that foreign
Shorty ride with a real ****
Say the V-12 turn her on
Ex-boyfriend won't leave her a lone
She ain't living in the past, shawty moving on
Just need one day with me alone
[Verse 3]
Same house I'm trapping at
Same house I was stashin' in
In the front room on the couch tryna knock her back in
Tryna knock her back in
Making love on the dope money
She in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes
Old boy Mike got one
[Verse 4]
Don't be ashamed of the projects, shorty
Let 'em know you a project, shorty
Pieces to they puzzles and there level to this shh
Them other hoes can't buy that, shorty
[Verse 5]
I'm from the ghetto
Doors on the Lamb say, hello
Ass in the pan like jello
Looking real, real good in them stilettos
But she still ghetto
[Verse 6]
I love the way you keep them heels on
Hair ain't yours, but it's paid for and it's real long
Show them tattoos when you switch it up with your Js on
And you got an ass so fat that I can't help but feel on
[Verse 7]
And you keep it real when it comes to having sex
Girl, you don't ever flex
Long as I fuck you good, you ain't worried 'bout what's next
That's why I keep you here, you ain't like them other hoes
'Cause you the fucking best, just in case you didn't know
[Verse 8]
'Cause you ain't got a half a million dollar condo
And you ain't got a hundred-thousand dollar car
But you got a billion dollar body, trust me, I know
You keep it hood no matter where you are
[Verse 9]
'Cause you come from the ghetto
Love 'em from the ghetto
Girl, you're the type I like
That's why I keep you right
[Verse 10]
You out the ghetto
Love 'em from the ghetto
Ain't afraid to let it show
Baby, go on and let 'em know
[Verse 11]
You out the ghetto
Better let 'em know
You from the ghetto
Better let 'em know
You out the ghetto
Better let 'em know
Better let 'em know
You out the G-H-E-T-T-O
[Verse 12]
You hold it down
And you never let them haters come around
Girl, that's why I keep you on speed dial
Just in case some shit get bad
Keep that ratchet in your bag and a little cash
[Verse 13]
Just in case I need you
If they lock me down, I know I'd see you
That's without a doubt, I know you understand how it go
But you're down for the ride
That's why I still keep you by my side
[Verse 14]
'Cause you ain't got a half a million dollar condo
And you ain't got a hundred-thousand dollar car
But you got a billion dollar body, trust me, I know
You keep it hood no matter where you are
[Verse 15]
'Cause you come from the ghetto
Love 'em from the ghetto
Girl, you're the type I like
That's why I keep you right
[Verse 16]
You out the ghetto
Love 'em from the ghetto
Ain't afraid to let it show
Baby, go on and let 'em know
[Verse 17]
You out the ghetto
Better let 'em know
You from the ghetto
Better let 'em know
You out the ghetto
Better let 'em know
Better let 'em know
You out the G-H-E-T-T-O
Written by: August Alsina, Dequantes Lamar, Ralph Jeanty, Samuel Irving III, Sean McMillion