Top Songs By Childish Major
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Major
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Songwriter
Markus Randle
Songwriter
Stuart Lowery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitzgerald
Mixing Engineer
Epikh Pro
Producer
Jeff Gitty
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You like them palms on your ass (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I read them psalms on your back while I hit it from the (Hit it from the back)
Her type used to be the slow dance, romance, hands full of flowers
Now she all about a pole dance, gotta make a dollar
[Verse 2]
And I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that, you gotta get it like that
That ass be movin' like a merry-go-round and round
And request this on your radio, now, right now, yeah
[Verse 3]
You got it, baby (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I'm rootin' for you (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I see your vision (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
That money, get it (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Sing 'em all, life could weigh a ton, I see you doin' that
College girl, refund, finna have some fun with that
Gold-diggin', no job havin', I don't know 'bout that
But if she got two jobs, she sleepin' where she workin' at
[Verse 5]
Aye, and I ain't mad at that
Sometimes it go like that, you gotta get it like that
That ass be movin' like a merry-go-round and round
And request this on your radio, now, right now, yeah
[Verse 6]
You got it, baby (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I'm rootin' for you (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I see your vision (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
That money, get it (Woo-woo-woo, yeah) Yeah
[Verse 7]
Yeah, it's true, when we see you, yeah, we plot on you
Your outside look like life come to you
On the inside, you're dealin' with some ills
You ain't tryna hear the game so you tell a ****, "Chill"
Bun high, spirits low, and you still try
Sweat camouflage tears on a treadmill
Your Gram life opposite from your real life
Told him you're good, he be tryna understand still
Change your life, if I could, I would
Nine-to-five, tell 'em I be good
Pocketbook stuffed like you been booked
Take her from the hood to Hollywood
Aye, I do dedicate like Wayne and 'em
To Alessa and Portia, I wish you Ranges
I'ma holler and y'all until your lane switch
Or at least until your last name switch or
[Verse 8]
You got it, baby (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I'm rootin' for you (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I see your vision (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
That money, get it (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
[Verse 9]
You got it, baby (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I'm rootin' for you (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
I see your vision (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
That money, get it (Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
[Verse 10]
(Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
(Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
(Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
(Woo-woo-woo, yeah)
Written by: Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman, Markus Randle, Stuart Lowery