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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dem Franchize Boyz
Dem Franchize Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamall Willingham
Jamall Willingham
Composer
G. Iller
G. Iller
Composer
M. Gleaton
M. Gleaton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pimpin
Pimpin
Producer
Black Boy
Black Boy
Recording Engineer
Rodney "Rock" Hill
Rodney "Rock" Hill
Mixing Engineer
P-No "Da Matrikk"
P-No "Da Matrikk"
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
In my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
[Chorus]
I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin' game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Forget a throwback, I look clean in my white tee
I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin' game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Listen to CoCo Brother and the home team, in my white tee
[Verse 1]
Step on the scene with some green and some hard white work
Real clean, fresh jeans, and a all white shirt
We all get money, and we all smoke purp'
Hit the dirt, one squirt'll leave all ya'll murk'
'Cause I'm fresh in my white tee, they glance at my white tee
And I got that hat that match my pants and my white tee
Whoever that you might see, I know they got a white tee
Homeboy, brother, sister, mother, daddy or your wifey
Hanes or Fruit of Loom be the name of my white tee
I gotta change, man, it's a stain on my white tee
Lames in a white tee
I bring the pain in my white tee
Hispanic, white, black, even Yang wearing white tees
Hit the club deep and we all got white tees
A throwback, know that, hell naw, that don't excite me
You don't need no throwback 'cause you'll be set on your white tee
You can get a circle or a V-neck on your white tee
[Chorus]
I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin' game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Forget a throwback, I look clean in my white tee
I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin' game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Listen to CoCo Brother and the home team, in my white tee
[Verse 2]
I hit the mall in my white tee, oh, I think they like me
Or they like them diamonds 'cause they shine so brightly
Yeah, you know how I be up under my tee, it's that wifey
Four-four tucked tightly for them boys who think I'm soft
Suckers come and try me, they gon' find your body
White tees in the club, while we drinking on Bacardi
Forget a throwback, white tees in the party
Now don't get me started, gotta try record it
Drama, we avoid it
Everyone wear white tees 'cause they can afford it
Girls wear a white tee, boys wear a white tee
Players in the trap, now I bet they got a white tee
Champs got them white tee
Athletic Foot got them white tee
When we hit the club, yup, they look at the white tees
Oh, that boy look clean, white shoes, fresh jeans
But on that boy shirt, what it say? Not a thing
[Chorus]
I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin' game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Forget a throwback, I look clean in my white tee
I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin' game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Listen to CoCo Brother and the home team, in my white tee
[Verse 3]
I gotta couple throwbacks, it's just I choose not to wear 'em
White tee extravaganza shortie, like the Foot Locker sale
But they think I done failed, but my paper stacking a lot
Or you can throwback this, but partner, check my knots
And all my ghetto gangsta white tee, laws gonna hate ya
With street game, with a little fame, females gonna chase ya
Can't escape, bro, this white stuff done covered the map
Like crack did in the eighties, it took over the trap
Come to the hood and you can find me trapping in my white tee
Standing with a full grill, suckers might try me
So high, I be still in my white tee
Rock jeans, pockets green, yeah, girls like me
Haters try and bite me, some try just like me
Became a lil' rich shortie, and the feds try to indict me
[Outro]
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Yup, in my white tee
Written by: Bernard Leverette Jr., G. Iller, Gerald Tiller, Jamall Willingham, Jason Aaron Mills, M. Gleaton, Tobias Breuer
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