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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordae
Vocals
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Kid Culture
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
J. Cole
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
Producer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Aria Angel Ali
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brendan "Bren" Ferry
Recording Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Recording Engineer
Cordae Dunston
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
One of y'all **** gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young **** down to bust up the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all **** gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young **** down to bust up the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
[Verse 1]
Okay, put your fuckin' hands up, this the fuckin' anthem
Smilin' 'cause I'm young, rich, black and I'm handsome
Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy
Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me?
Smell me? ****, that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
[Verse 2]
Like, ooh, sound like rich **** problems
I hit a bad bitch with a fist full of condoms
Into randomness of risky ménages
Like get the head right, she could get what she wanted
I spit then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
She told me she was prego, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet
[Verse 3]
The opposite, she want me fly her, so I copped a jet
Must be thinking I'm a one-way ticket on a runway
Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a Sunday
[Chorus]
One of y'all **** gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young **** down to bust up the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all **** gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young **** down to bust up the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
[Verse 4]
I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke
I'ma wear it in the summer on Lebron James' boat
Front row
Duh, bro
We don't sit on nosebleeds
Ain't your pockets obese?
They won't fit in those seats
Ain't we like a cold team?
****, Shaq and Kobe
Like back in '03
I was only like six
Shit, I was like sixteen
But I can give a 16
I could make a bitch scream
That's a bit extreme
[Verse 5]
I got a thick, bald bitch, I call her "Miss Clean"
My drip frosty like Halls and Listerene
And we all All-Stars, you hardly sixth string
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams
Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein
The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding
We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese
Fuck does that even mean?
****, just let the hook sing
[Chorus]
One of y'all **** gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young **** down to bust up the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all **** gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young **** down to bust up the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Written by: Brandon Paak Anderson, Cordae Dunston, J. Cole