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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young M.A
Vocals
Fivio Foreign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Zombie
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hello baby, hello baby
Hello baby, hello baby
[Verse 2]
Ay
Sippin' that yaky
Bitch in the pass seat
Got two more in the backseat
Vet all white, it's ashy
Doin' 150 on the dash, can't pass me
Go to the bank with a check like, "Cash me"
Hundred k, bitch, big rack me
Throw it in the bag, big bag me
I'm already married to the money, can't have me
[Verse 3]
She said she adore me
Hello, hey
Then I went in Dior and Dior'ed me
Drip check, record me
This gun on my hip a .40
If ain't about money it bore me, I'm yawnin'
If ain't yak don't pour me
If ain't yak don't pour me
Come get your bitch, she on me
She clappin' her ass, applaud me
I swear I'm a son of a bitch for this sun on my wrist
Uh good mornin'
And I'm the shit, and this shit on my wrist a toilet, water
We in the spot, bottles and thots, took home somebody daughter
Call me the big mac
Bro got the Big Mac and he on point like a zig zag
**** be talkin' that fly shit, big cap
Damn homie, where is the drip at?
Got this chick in the car
She complainin' too much told her, "Sit back, sip that"
Gave her some yak, told her, "Relax"
Boom bow, that's how you fix that
[Verse 4]
Sippin' that yaky
Bitch in the pass seat
Got two more in the backseat
Vet all white, it's ashy
Doin' 150 on the dash, can't pass me
Go to the bank with a check like, "Cash me"
Hundred k, bitch, big rack me
Throw it in the bag, big bag me
I'm already married to the money, can't have me
[Verse 5]
Can't have me, baby
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Can't have me, baby
No, no, no, no, no
Hello baby
Hello baby
[Verse 6]
Look, huh, I'm now, y'all next
That was just somethin' to digest
I came from the projects and made progress
(Projects and made progress) Huh
Y'all **** could die next so please don't get caught in the process
Thotties, bottle of liquor my body, huh
I gave my shooter a perc and now he my personal zombie, huh
I got them haters from Bonnie
I used to peep it in the hood
She gave me head and I nut on her hand
Like, "Favi you finger lookin' good"
My shooter goin', I just tell him what block that I want him to do it on, yeah
He make it hot and then move along, that little demon official
It's part of the days, it's part of the dizzle
It was just Christmas, I gave him a pistol
[Verse 7]
Sippin' that yaky
Bitch in the pass seat
Got two more in the backseat
Vet all white, it's ashy
Doin' 150 on the dash, can't pass me
Go to the bank with a check like, "Cash me"
Hundred k, bitch, big rack me
Throw it in the bag, big bag me
I'm already married to the money, can't have me
[Verse 8]
Can't have me, baby
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Can't have me, baby
No, no, no, no, no
Hello baby
Hello baby
Written by: Katorah Marrero, Maxie Ryles, William Coleman