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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Whiss
Jay Whiss
Vocals
Puffy L'z
Puffy L'z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Whiston
Jordan Whiston
Composer
Habib Mohamed
Habib Mohamed
Composer
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Amir Jamm
Amir Jamm
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Think I had too much champagne
Thinkin' 'bout all of the problems when that cash came
Got me thinkin' 'bout these girls that want my last name
Got 'em dancin' like the diamonds on my damn chain
I can't pull up to the spot if they don't got no valet
I can't pull up to the spot if they don't valet
Made a couple thousand dollars on a bad day
Got it all figured out, baby girl, just have faith
[Verse 2]
Ain't shit changed but the weather, my ****
How am I doin'? Way better, my ****
Thanks for askin', lights, camera, action
This work we be taxin', the hammers we be blastin' in high fashion
Got a bad bitch in and out of Saks Fifth
It's crazy, man, she used to be a trap bitch
She understands me 'cause we didn't always have it
Sicker than your average, young ****, make it happen
[Verse 3]
Hold up, don't fall back, you'll do a back flip
I pull up, all black in the Aston
I ain't tryna do it like them **** in the past and
I catch it then you know I'm overlappin'
It's tragic, my mob roll deep, they'll cause a havoc
Started from the basement with the package in the attic
New era checks but I ain't the one that's cappin'
Top molly, bitch, I'm the captain
[Verse 4]
Think I had too much champagne
Thinkin' 'bout all of the problems when that cash came
Got me thinkin' 'bout these girls that want my last name
Got 'em dancin' like the diamonds on my damn chain
I can't pull up to the spot if they don't got no valet
I can't pull up to the spot if they don't valet
Made a couple thousand dollars on a bad day
Got it all figured out, baby girl, just have faith
[Verse 5]
Why you wanna see me do bad?
Wanna see me on my ass usin' foodstamps
Laid low for a little, I was livin' too fast
I don't rock Gucci and Louis together because the two clash
Newsflash, this ain't for no regular day-gular
I got bitches on bitches, they back to back, they accepted it
I got so much goin' on you **** rap what you never did
These hoes'll do you dirty, hope you know what you invested in
How I'm supposed to fit in to all into sixteen?
Won't believe it till you see it like it's Ripley's
Twenty thousand in Amiris, I got ripped jeans
Here's a big cap for that lil' ho sayin' that she dissed me
Here's another for the one that said she doesn't miss me
Heard you fuckin' with the other side, that's risky
[Verse 6]
Think I had too much champagne
Thinkin' 'bout all of the problems when that cash came
Got me thinkin' 'bout these girls that want my last name
Got 'em dancin' like the diamonds on my damn chain
I can't pull up to the spot if they don't got no valet
I can't pull up to the spot if they don't valet
Made a couple thousand dollars on a bad day
Got it all figured out, baby girl, just have faith
Written by: Habib Mohamed, Jordan Whiston, Kevin Gomringer, Shane Lindstrom, Tim Gomringer
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