Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PnB Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Nicholas Ryan Baker
Songwriter
Samuel Jimenez
Songwriter
Jordan Holt
Songwriter
Rakim Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Hitmaka
Producer
Nick Fouryn
Producer
Samuel David Jiminez
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Got it on smash
Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
Hitmaka, yeah
[Chorus]
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel
Pockets swole (But I need more)
Wrist on froze (But I need more)
Copped the Rolls (But I need more)
[Verse 1]
Who would have ever thought I would be here
Singin', rappin' and makin' these millions?
When I was just posted up, all on the block
I was trappin' right in front of them buildings
My mama said, "Boy, you keep stressing me out
Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you
Then she put me right out in the streets
But she said I would die, no, I ain't got no feelings
Drop the top, no I ain't got no ceilings
I got my Glock when I walk in the building
Got a bad bitch and she I'm coming
She know I'm one hundred, she know I'm the realest
I get a check, she help me count it up
All of these hunnids, yeah we add it up
We be just poppin' them tags, yeah
I don't give a fuck about your past, yeah
You was fuckin' all those lames
Fuckin' all those lames way before you met me
But you know they ain't better than me
They ain't fuckin' that check up like me
Don't get that pussy wetter than me
Yeah, them **** ain't flexin' like me
I'm the one that invest in your goals
Keep it real girl, you already know
[Verse 2]
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel
Pockets swole (But I need more)
Wrist on froze (But I need more)
Copped the Rolls (But I need more)
Yeah
But I need more
[Verse 3]
I know these ****, they hatin' us
All of these bitches they hatin' us
Balencie', all different flavors
Gucci in all diffrent flavors
When we be fuckin', I beat that shit down
You be screamin' so loud wake the neighbors up
I hit it good, you suck that dick so good
I swear I need that right when I'm waking up
Get you a bust down, young **** up now
I just my go by that Lambo' (Truck now)
All of these bad lil bitches want (Fuck now)
We caught an opp out of bounds, that's a (Touch down)
Brr, brr, brr I still pull up with the stick
My lil bitch she super thick
Give me that pussy now she lit
I put that ice on her wrist
I got her pullin' up in all them foreign
Fuck that lil lame **** he was boring
When he had you he didn't know what he was doing
Yeah, I'm the one that invest in you goals
I'm the one put that dick your soul
Keep it real girl you already know
[Verse 4]
He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah)
Girl, you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level
This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel
Pockets swole (But I need more)
Wrist on froze (But I need more)
Copped the Rolls (But I need more)
Yeah
But I need more
[Verse 5]
(He didn't know what he was doing)
Written by: Christian Ward, Jordan Holt-May, Nicholas Ryan Baker, PnB Rock, Samuel Jimenez