Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
wifisfuneral
Performer
YBN Nahmir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaih Rivera
Composer
Nick Simmons
Composer
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Composer
Byron O Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahlil Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ok, now after you back it then stop
Wha-wha-wha-wha drop it like it's hot
Ok, now after you back it then stop
Wha-wha-wha-wha drop it like it's hot (Yo, ay, yo)
[Verse 2]
I know you just can't understand it like how she have it
I guess that ass can turn to magic, ride it like Aladdin
Ok, ten toes bouncing on that dick like she can manage
Ok, like where the freak hoes?
Like bounce that ass and make the motherfuckin' knees show
Hold a eight grand, twenty grand, all up in my hand
Damn, please understand
Damn, ma'am, see I'm really 'bout these bands
How you came with all of that
She gon' bust it from the front
And I'm gon' catch it from the back
Molly got me crazy, I'm feelin' upset
Percs too lazy, can't focus
If she don't pay her bills today, she's upset
I'm gon' pay her rent today, you know this
Ok, I'll whip it out the lot same time I whip it out the pot
I threw a fifty bands, I saw it fallin' from the sky
My ring in on a hunnid, VVS's on the watch
Ok, these ****, they be hatin', yeah they hard break rock
[Verse 3]
Like girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a **** spend his cash, yeah, his last check
Hoes ride like they mad, yeah, like fuck yeah
I'm a big time ****, yeah, money flippa, yeah
Ok, get it like it's good, yeah, understood, yeah
Girl, you workin' with some mad shit, you bad, yeah
Make a **** spend his cash, yeah, his last check
Hoes ride like they mad, yeah, like fuck yeah
[Verse 4]
Ak-47, get sent to heaven
I can't fuck with no op hoes, I learned my lesson
Let a **** try to rob me and I'ma bless him
.30 clip up in that Ruger, **** keep a weapon
Lil baby say she wanna fuck with me
She wanna fuck with a lil' **** from them streets
And I'm a hot ****, leave a **** in them streets
That lil' tech hot knock a **** off his feet
I was like sixteen toting sixteen
Just a young fly **** who had a big dream
These bitches they be on me, say macaroni, ay
Swish like Michael Jordan, shoot shots like Kobe
Those bitches startin' hatin' since I'm gettin' the bag
I still keep a uzi on my lap and true's on my ass
All these bitches they be freaks and they be shakin' that ass
Had to run my money up and show her that I'm the man
[Verse 5]
Like girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a **** spend his cash, yeah, his last check
Hoes ride like they mad, yeah, like fuck yeah
I'm a big time ****, yeah, money flippa, yeah
Ok, get it like it's good, yeah, understood, yeah
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a **** spend his cash, yeah, his last check
Hoes ride like they mad, yeah, like fuck yeah
Written by: Byron O Thomas, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Isaih Rivera, Nick Simmons, Orlando Jahlil Tucker, Terius Gray