Top Songs By PnB Rock
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PnB Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PnB Rock
Songwriter
Foster
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Producer
Foster
Producer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Murda!
Yo, this is actually, I swear, like, this is really my favorite song
PnB
M-M-M-Murda!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi,
it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
New Fendi, I like it,
it's drippin' the body and fuckin' it good from the side
You say that she love me,
I tell that you cappin', lil' bitch, and you ain't gotta lie
I see it all in your eyes
You tryna go public, I already know
I'm already cuffin', I got me a ho
If she find out right now then she killin' us both
Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
You should know
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
I could put you on drip, introduce you to fashion
Mix you with bougie, a little classy and ratchet
Put you in Louis, it's everlasting
My pockets too deep, paper with plastic
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
Never seen drip like this, bet you ain't know I was rich like this
Bet you ain't know it could get like this
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi,
it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh! Yo!
It's Fendi, it's poppin',
and we on and poppin', you bitches is blockin' the view
My hitters is knockin',
that 40 is cockin', I see that you jackin' the crew
He already know what to do
He already bought me the shoe
I tell him, "Yo, get me the bag,
and I tell him to make sure that shit is a new (Uh!)
Shorty got nothin' to worry 'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He gonna pick me up stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
Well, we killin' the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I'm the queen sleeze
When he put it in me I go "squeeze, squeeze"
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi,
it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Zachary David Foster
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