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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young M.A
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Barfield
Songwriter
Antwan Thompson
Songwriter
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Orrin Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amadeus
Producer
Bruce Leroy
Producer
Dr. O
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, bag-flippin'
Cash-trippin', pull up
Beat the block like a ass-whoopin'
Stash box, keep the stash in it, racks in it
Bought that bitch a FashionNova dress
Just to see her ass in it
[Verse 2]
Twerk for my Instagram
She just got a hundred missed calls, it's her man, damn
Oh, that's your **** now, huh?
You said you wasn't with him
Now you with him now, huh?
Things different now, huh?
You committed now, huh?
I guess I can't hit it how I hit now, huh?
Well, hit me when your **** ain't around
There's money to be made, bitch, I won't wait around
[Verse 3]
I flex on her for fun, but I do not play around
S on my chest and I keep a cape around
Gang, gang with me, yeah, I keep like eight around
Even when you think they ain't around, they around
[Verse 4]
Woah, woah, woah, we ain't playin' fair
Oh no, no, you don't wanna take it there
Thinkin' 'bout my next move in my thinkin' chair
This chip is on my shoulder and it's stayin' there
'Cause I been through a lot of bull
And they can't stand me 'cause I'm misunderstood
And I need a bad bitch just to give her good good
And girl, I like to eat, I hope you like to cook, cook
Used to get the work from my cousin, WupWup
What up, Five? Free the guys out the woop woop
[Verse 5]
Teacher said you'll never make it
Turned my textbook to a checkbook
I put food on the table
And I did that without a cookbook
I'm rich and they fuckin' hate it
And while they lookin' mad, I'm just lookin' good
Aye, I feel like flexin'
Bitches call my phone, don't feel like textin'
[Verse 6]
My Louis clothes is French, that's what I'm dressed in
Dior my cologne, she said my scent is her obsession
I became possessive, soon as the money came in my possession
I'm selfish, no question
My alarm is set to every second, no restin'
My haters spend a lot of time with me, I'm they best friend
I'm they best friend
Go bestfriend, go bestfriend
Go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend
[Verse 7]
Aye, teacher said you'll never make it
Turn my textbook to a checkbook
I put food on the table
And I did that without a cookbook
I'm rich and they fuckin' hate it
And while they lookin' mad, I'm just lookin' good
Aye, and while they lookin' mad, I'm just lookin' good
Written by: Katorah Marrero, Antwan J. Thompson, Anthony Lavell Barfield, Orrin Monzale Wilson