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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
TyShaun "Homeyhill" McQueen
TyShaun "Homeyhill" McQueen
Songwriter
Mark Adams
Mark Adams
Songwriter
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Harry Wayne Casey
Harry Wayne Casey
Songwriter
Rick Finch
Rick Finch
Songwriter
Raymond Turner
Raymond Turner
Songwriter
Stephen Washington
Stephen Washington
Songwriter
Daniel Webster
Daniel Webster
Songwriter
Andrew Roettger
Andrew Roettger
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Steve Washington
Steve Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Versatile
Versatile
Producer
Evan LaRay
Evan LaRay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Flo Mili shit
Make a thirsty **** wanna chase me
Bitch, I'm lit, I wonder, can he face me? (I'm lit)
Only laugh on the way to the bank, see
I want money, so fuck you, pay me (Bitch)
Ball like a pro and girl, you just a scrimmage
Play with these bands, ****, your money timid
I'm winnin', on your man mouth like a fitted
This pussy VIP and he can't get in it (Lil' ho)
Coupe been like I'm rockin' shit for take off
I put in work, I'm makin' bitches take a day off
Finesse and givin' hoes a reason to hate for
My **** clutch with the shot like a playoff
I'm not your bestie, not your sis
I'm not the one, I am that bitch
It's slow for these hoes
I got 'em mad, they so dramatic
Want my spot, but they can't have it
This smoke for free, though
[Verse 2]
May I kick a lil' something for the G's
And take your **** only for the weekend?
Late night creepin' and I'm cuffin'
I don't keep 'em, send your **** back home
I said, may I kick a lil' something for the G's
And wake up to the money while you sleepin'?
Flexin' on a dummy ho
If it ain't 'bout the money, I won't pick up the phone
[Verse 3]
Got these hoes on my case
Tell these hoes, "Not today"
All this drip ain't for free, so you hoes gotta pay
Why your **** in my face? Play his ass like 2K
You know Flo got that flavor your man wanna taste (Wanna taste)
Pay me ties when I step in the building
I need my bands from the floor to the ceiling
Commit to no ****, money too appealing (Fuck a ****)
What the fuck I look like catchin' feelings?
Yeah, they mad, I'm on top and I'm chillin'
Got 'em look up to me
Like these hoes is my children (I just shit on 'em)
Fashion Week, I made a killing
Numbers goin' up, breakin' charts on a billion
If you ain't lovin', now you do, times two
I'm wit' your daddy, gettin' nasty like the 2 Live Crew
Word to Stevie, they can't see me like Do I Do
And if you cross me, I won't hesitate to shit on you, bitch
[Verse 4]
May I kick a lil' something for the G's
And take your **** only for the weekend? (Where he at?)
Late night creepin' and I'm cuffin'
I don't keep 'em, send your **** back home
I said, may I kick a lil' something for the G's
And wake up to the money while you sleepin'?
Flexin' on a dummy ho
If it ain't 'bout the money, I won't pick up the phone
[Verse 5]
May I kick a lil' something for the G's
And take your **** only for the weekend?
Late night creepin' and I'm cuffin'
I don't keep 'em, send your **** back home
I said, may I kick a lil' something for the G's
And wake up to the money while you sleepin'?
Flexin' on a dummy ho
If it ain't 'bout the money, I won't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
Written by: Andre Young, Andrew Roettger, Calvin Broadus, Daniel Webster, Harry Wayne Casey, Mark Adams, Raymond Turner, Rick Finch, Stephen Washington, Steve Arrington, Tamia Carter, TyShaun "Homeyhill" McQueen
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