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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Vocals
Luciano
Luciano
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Ronnie O'Bannon
Ronnie O'Bannon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luciano
Luciano
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Zach Schultze
Zach Schultze
Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)
(Lucci, how you feel?)
[Chorus]
Uh, aw man, goddamn, I done touched a hundred bands, touched two hundred bands
Put a hundred bitches in that Sprinter van, I feel like the man, yeah
Two hundred thou' to Uncle Sam, yeah, got me like goddamn
And man, my new bitch, she like Pam, I feel like Omarion, she 'posed to be a fan tonight
Pulling out the rubber bands unless she pulling all on my pants
See, I know she an eater and I don't fuck with cheaters and I ain't never feel less of a man
All-black on the whip for Soho, gang-gang rep red, rojo
I done been around a lot of ****, meet a lot of ****, man, these **** got no hoes
[Verse 1]
Stripper bitch, she'll dance to go-go, way she bounce on the dick like a pogo
Know I feel like the hottest ****, and I got it, ****, so I tell her, "Go slow-mo"
Say you only live once, YOLO
I'm the man with the horses, Polo
And I know she a treeshy, she wan' eat me, I'm expensive, no, no
[Chorus]
Uh, aw man, goddamn, I done touched a hundred bands, touched two hundred bands
Put a hundred bitches in that Sprinter van, I feel like the man, yeah
Two hundred thou' to Uncle Sam, yeah, got me like goddamn
And man, my new bitch, she like Pam, I feel like Omarion, she 'posed to be a fan tonight
Pulling out the rubber bands unless she pulling all on my pants
See, I know she an eater and I don't fuck with cheaters and I ain't never feel less of a man
All-black on the whip for Soho, gang-gang rep red, rojo
I done been around a lot of ****, meet a lot of ****, man, these **** got no hoes
[Verse 2]
Man, these **** got no hoes, chopper kicking like the dojo
Fuck the juice because I ride with two and that's two choppers, bitch, I got the mojo
Ask me do I like her, so-so, ayy, I mean kinda, ayy
I'm that ****, bitch, but not your ****, bitch, let me remind ya
[Chorus]
Uh, aw man, goddamn, I done touched a hundred bands, touched two hundred bands
Put a hundred bitches in that Sprinter van, I feel like the man, yeah
Two hundred thou' to Uncle Sam, yeah, got me like goddamn
And man, my new bitch, she like Pam, I feel like Omarion, she 'posed to be a fan tonight
Pulling out the rubber bands unless she pulling all on my pants
See, I know she an eater and I don't fuck with cheaters and I ain't never feel less of a man
All-black on the whip for Soho, gang-gang rep red, rojo
I done been around a lot of ****, meet a lot of ****, man, these **** got no hoes
Written by: Naujour Grainger, Ronnie O'Bannon
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