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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Rap
Quavo
Quavo
Performer
Tyga
Tyga
Performer
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Programming
Vou
Vou
Programming
Nik Dean
Nik Dean
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Michael Hernandez
Michael Hernandez
Songwriter
Nik Dean
Nik Dean
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
Ugur Tik
Ugur Tik
Songwriter
Barrington Wright
Barrington Wright
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Nicholas Simmons
Nicholas Simmons
Songwriter
Robert McDowell
Robert McDowell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Producer
Vou
Vou
Producer
Uno
Uno
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Nik Dean
Nik Dean
Producer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Engineer
Christian "CQ" Quionez
Christian "CQ" Quionez
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Everything Foreign)
[Verse 2]
What?
I told her drop that **** 'til you can't no mo'
Shake that **** up and down like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground
You **** with a real **** when his thugs was down
[Verse 3]
You done walked in like you invented the do'
You don't listen to opinions from these sensitive ****
Up and down on the **** like you ain't did it before
Shorty **** that **** like she invented the dome
I see lil' mama in here twerkin' like she don't work a job
She let me touch that body like a working massage
Oh, she in her late 30's? She a bad lil' ****
All that age **** don't matter, not a tad lil' bit
I'll take 'em 20, take 'em 30, take 'em 50 years old
Get to shaking that **** like a video ****
She hit the club tonight in a pink dress
She hit that **** like "Why the **** didn't you pay my rent yet?"
[Verse 4]
Bounce that **** 'til you can't no mo'
Shake that **** up and down like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground
You **** with a real **** when his thugs was down
[Verse 5]
I said you workin' with some ****, yeah, some ****, yeah
Make a **** spend his bag, yeah, his bag, yeah
Make a **** pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah
**** a **** like yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
[Verse 6]
Wassup though? (Wassup?) It's that Huncho (Quavo)
Bounce that **** ****, I'ma let cash go (Cash)
****, you already know how my gang roll (Gang)
If they pull up, we turn into the stripper bowl (Strippy)
She with the ****, can she do it with the stick? (She with it)
Big banana, can she do it on a split? (Bow)
Get flew'd out, take you on your first trip (Ooh)
Can't clock out 'til noon, 'cause you still counting tips (No)
Pop out, say "Ooh" Lookin' good with your **** (Pop out)
Rock out to June, in the summer time we lit (Rock out)
Pop up balloons, it's your birthday, **** (Wooh)
All the rich **** wanna save this **** (Ugh)
[Verse 7]
Bounce that **** 'til you can't no mo'
Shake that **** up and down like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground
You **** with a real **** when his thugs was down
[Verse 8]
I said you workin' with some ****, yeah, some ****, yeah
Make a **** spend his bag, yeah, his bag, yeah
Make a **** pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah
**** a **** like yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
[Verse 9]
You know who she call when she flew into town
She told me she would never **** with me, look at her now
Got the Lambo' sittin' low, ****, scrapin' the ground (Skrrt)
And my diamonds so loud, baguettes sing like Adele
Got your **** on the cell, think I'm pimpin' for real
And these **** love me 'cause I ain't kissing and tell
If I ever make a wish, I ain't wishing 'em well
Sold your soul for some clout, and you ain't never gon' sell
T-Raw prevail, culinary sea shell
Big ice on my cross, devil got no chill
We been **** for a year, I ain't even in my feels
I been ballin' 10 years, you ain't even on the field (Field)
[Verse 10]
Bounce that **** 'til you can't no mo'
Shake that **** up and down like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground
You **** with a real **** when his thugs was down
[Verse 11]
I said you workin' with some ****, yeah, some ****, yeah
Make a **** spend his bag, yeah, his bag, yeah
Make a **** pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah
**** a **** like yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Written by: Barrington Wright, Byron Thomas, Daystar Peterson, Dejan Nikolić, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, Michael Hernandez, Michael Ray Stevenson, Quavious Marshall, Terius Gray, Todd Shaw, Ugur Tik
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