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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker
Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker
Songwriter
Pascal Leroy
Pascal Leroy
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Deans
Jonathan Deans
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Motif Alumni
Motif Alumni
Producer
Pas Beatz
Pas Beatz
Producer
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
[Verse 2]
I don't go for no type of bogus shit
She just want to take a picture, strike a pose with it
25 hundred on my bitch, she stole it (Whoa)
Yeah, double decker hoes in it
They know I'm fosho, they knock on my door with it
Donny on the road, couple bowls, I'm gone, get in it
They gon' go-go crazy, up out the door with it, yeah
[Verse 3]
Till it's over
Till it's over (Till it's over)
Till it's over
Till it's over (Till it's over)
[Verse 4]
It's another day, on another plane, on another flight, uh-huh
Now pull up, need the door open, I'm goin' tonight (Yeah-yeah)
I was tryna to fall in love, you wasn't seemin' right
Wasn't seem right (Seem right)
[Verse 5]
Speed off in a Lambo, you hear the pipes bust
I just wanna hit her for one night, 'cause
Going off with lil' shawty like a robbery, whoa
Why would I waste my time if you ain't got time for me? Whoa
Two tone patek
Two tone at yo neck (Ah, haha)
Know I need respect (Woah)
Know I need respect (Woah)
You know I need my money, a hunnid thousand checks (Uh-huh)
I might call Zoey Dollaz, and ride straight through the 'jects
I'm out in Florida, huh, blow that back, I'm blowin' it, huh
By the time my fit is on, cross the line, that border, huh
I gotta go fill me up (Fill me up)
Fill me up (Fill me up)
The border buh
[Verse 6]
I don't go for no type of bogus shit
She just wanna take a picture, strike a pose with it
25 hundred on my bitch, she stole it (Whoa)
Yeah, double decker hoes in it
They know I'm for sure, they knock on my door with it
Donny on the road, couple bowls, I'm gone, get in it
They gon' go-go crazy, up out the door with it, yeah
[Verse 7]
Till it's over (Till it's over)
Till it's over (Till it's over)
Till it's over (Till it's over)
Till it's over
[Verse 8]
Yeah-yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah (Strike a pose with it)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker, Pascal Leroy, Ronald LaTour
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