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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pi’erre Bourne
Composer
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
[Verse 2]
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches, got to get your riches
(Damn, Pi'erre where'd you find this?)
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
My money talks, my pockets critics, hey
Fuck the check up, fuck the check up, fuck the check up
Private jet us, new necklace
They respect us, 'cause I got my check up, yeah
[Verse 3]
Said I had to nip 'n tuck, Band-Aid she got cut
2M's I got bucks, chain on ice, mighty duck
When you pulling up, send an Uber truck
Give them all stars like chucks, Postmate a toothbrush
Yeah, my money wont shut up, money talks to much
Thirty bands on this necklace, she wet as fuck
Now I might know what you want from me
Get high for my lows, it was hard for me
I hurt her soul, I'm so sorry
Just let her go, these hoes 'round me
She don't understand
I just roll this contraband, think about my fam
She just listens to her friends, watch my Instagram
[Verse 4]
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches, got to get your riches
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
My money talks, my pockets critics hey
Fuck the check up, fuck the check up, fuck the check up
Private jet us, new necklace
They respect us, 'cause I got my check up, yeah
[Verse 5]
Got my hands on my money like mancala (Like mancala, like mancala)
I'm a dog in the pussy, real Rottweiler (Real Rottweiler, real Rottweiler)
Yeah, my fam from Belize, real top shotta (Real top shotta, real top shotta)
Got your bitch with me, what about her? (What about her?, what about her?)
She's not answering in the shower (In the shower, in the shower)
She fucks with the star like it's power (Like it's power, I got the power)
'Cause I be going, hard meteor shower (Meteor shower, meteor shower)
I got all this green and it's sour (Green and sour, yeah it's sour)
[Verse 6]
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches, got to get your riches
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
My money talks, my pockets critics hey
Fuck the check up, fuck the check up, fuck the check up
Private jet us, new necklace
They respect us, 'cause I got my check up, yeah
[Verse 7]
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Yo Pi'erre you wanna come out here?
Written by: Pi’erre Bourne