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K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Lyrics
Hunter Brown
Composer
Christian Hendrik-Horst
Composer
Clifford Mytril
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K CAMP
Recording Engineer
Akachi Beats
Producer
Cliiiifford
Producer
Gren8
Producer
Jarrod "JRod" Doyle
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Twenty-five floors up
Can't see the view, night shift, load up
She wanna see it too, got shit sold up
You know they sick of you, wait a minute, hold up
Whip peak a boo, bad bitch attitude
She be doin' that, baby, on a night shift
I need two of that, she just turned twenty-two
And she reckless I just spent twenty-two, on a necklace
Baby call your best friend
Tell 'em pull up, hoe brought the X in
We been booted up, I just let my ex in
I be screwin' up, never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money nigga Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the pussy hoe catch the Feng shui
She just wanna fuck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit your girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Get the M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
Bitch get your weight up (Ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (Ooh)
Just met the hoe now she wanna lay up (Lay)
Nah bitch, you ain't lookin' like your profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low mile (Ha)
Ayy, she let me fuck and she fucked on my buddies (Fucked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with Cudi (Gamblin' with Cudi)
My money clean but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (Bottom is)
Know how to count but I never did study (Never did study)
Skinny lil' nigga but my pockets chubby
I'm not your hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on Fiji, momma I ran up them digits
Really I feel I'm the sickest
Fuck on these bitches, they wanna fuck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
She just wanna fuck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit your girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Get the M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
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Writer(s): Kristopher Campbell, Hunter Brown, Clifford Ha Myrtil, Christian Horst
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