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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nadia Nakai
Rap
Cassper Nyovest
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nadia Kandava
Composer
Refiloe Phoolo
Composer
Bash Jameson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Takunda Muusha
Producer
Lyrics
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Bragga
(Uh-huh)
Makin' money never been a issue (Nuh-uh)
Magazine covers, we the issue (Uh)
I'm shittin' on 'em, need a tissue, uh (Tissue)
It's painful **** issue
Naaa meaan
Be on magazines
(What, what, what)
(Magazine ****)
**** flippin' beams (Flippin' beams ****)
Naaa meaan
(Naaa meaan ****)
Bragga
Pull up in a four door Audi (Audi)
Dropped a milli' on my bus in my Audi (Audi)
All this champagne got me feeling rowdy
Windows down 'cause this shit is kinda cloudy
Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)
Naaa meaan, bitch you know I'm rowdy (Row' rowdy ****)
Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)
Naaa meaan, bitches got me rowdy (Uh, got me rowdy ****)
Baddest bitch was never average
21, a fucking savage (Uh)
Cinderella to these hoes
Tell 'em to bring out my carriage
Baddest bitch who copped the bachelors
Leveled up and got my masters
Hit the airport with no baggage
And yes bitch, I signed to Cassper
He the master
Running up on him like Caster (What, what)
Get your cash up
All you bitches look like last year
Need to catch up
You fucked up and I'm Stuart Baxter
Actually Rashford
Free kicks for you fucking bastards
Makin' money never been a issue (Nuh-uh)
Magazine covers, we the issue (Uh)
I'm shittin' on 'em, need a tissue, uh (Tissue)
It's painful **** issue
Naaa meaan
Be on magazines
(What, what, what)
(Magazine ****)
**** flippin' beams (Flippin' beams ****)
Naaa meaan
(Naaa meaan ****)
Bragga
Pull up in a four door Audi (Audi)
Dropped a milli' on my bus in my Audi (Audi)
All this champagne got me feeling rowdy
Windows down 'cause this shit is kinda cloudy
Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)
Naaa meaan, bitch you know I'm rowdy (Row', rowdy ****)
Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)
Naaa meaan, bitches got me rowdy (Rowdy ****)
Bloody murder on my ankles (Uh)
Steady murmur all you haters (Uh)
Never heard of, I'm your maker
Money earner, yes I'm paidful (Sheesh)
My shit painful (Uh)
All you bitches should be grateful
My shots fatal like that shit you blocked up your nasal
My shit hateful
All you **** on my payroll (Ya)
It's okay though
They don't move until I say so (Ya)
You a fame ho
Find me on the 18th floor
On your man's face
That's what I call a facial (Haha)
Told you **** I'm a fucking boss, yeah (Boss, yeah)
Told these **** I got different sauce, yeah
Fuck these bitches, I'm a different cloth, yeah
And I'm quick to cut these fake **** off, yeah (Bragga)
Makin' money never been a issue (Yeah, uh-uh)
Magazine covers, we the issue (Uh)
I'm shittin' on 'em, need a tissue, uh (Tissue)
It's painful **** issue
Naaa meaan (Uh, uh)
Be on magazines
(What, what, what)
(Magazine ****)
**** flippin' beams (Flippin' beams ****)
Naaa meaan
(Naaa meaan ****)
Pull up in a four door Audi (Audi)
Dropped a milli' on my bus in my Audi (Audi)
All this champagne got me feeling rowdy
Windows down 'cause this shit is kinda cloudy
Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)
Naaa meaan, bitch you know I'm rowdy (Row', rowdy ****)
Naaa meaan, cloudy (Clou', cloudy ****)
Naaa meaan, bitches got me rowdy (Rowdy ****)
(Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy)
Written by: Bash Jameson, Benn Gilbert Kamato, Nadia Kandava, Refiloe Phoolo