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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Salomon Nicolas Naar
Salomon Nicolas Naar
Songwriter
Julian Bohorquez
Julian Bohorquez
Songwriter
Brian White
Brian White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SoundsbyBreezy
SoundsbyBreezy
Producer
Julian Beatz
Julian Beatz
Producer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
BrianXWhite
BrianXWhite
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(I just want to make you my own)
Yeah, I forever love my city
(I just want to make you my own)
[Verse 2]
House on the riverside, riding down Poplar
**** ain't seeing us, 'less they got binoculars
I just left Privet, went to Love, I'm still popping out
Gotti left the city, I'm like, "What the fuck you talking 'bout?"
[Verse 3]
Gotti in the city, lowkey still popping out
Bulletproof and AR, and ****, I'll walk you down
Got her drinking Ace of Spades, never drink walk me down
All my **** talk me up and they'll never talk me down
[Verse 4]
Love for the Northside, yeah, I'm sitting courtside
Damon with the sport ties, I don't need no allies
CMG the mafia and we do not franchisе
We are not into saving you hoes, go gеt baptized
[Verse 5]
We don't do the back and forth, you **** already know it
I prolly done robbed your brother, I prolly done shot your boys
I flew out your baby momma
I was in her DM, I don't got her number
Cold-hearted ****, but I sponsor the hot girl summer
[Verse 6]
(I just want to make you my own)
See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her
(I just want to make you my own)
You know these hoes believe anything
[Verse 7]
I know I'm a rich ****, bitches wanna charge me
I'ma play the game whether this shit make my heart beat
They like, "You a gentleman, didn't know you was so sweet"
I just might send the bitch flowers for like six weeks
[Verse 8]
You know how we play, put her on a PJ
She never flew private
She doing shit with me in public she wouldn't even do private
I got her wide open, she don't need even know how to hide it
Let's go have a foursome, she said she ain't never tried it
[Verse 9]
I'ma post her booty, she be doing lashes
Head like she got no teeth, she should teach classes
Like me 'cause I'm so street, nah, I ain't cashing out
She know I ain't no sucker and I'ma fuck her till she passing out
[Verse 10]
She got a real one she be bragging 'bout
You bought her a bag, she don't respect you, I call that crashing out
Took a lil' bitch out the city, called it giving back
A Memphis bitch in Calabasas, she don't know how to act
[Verse 11]
(I just want to make you my own)
See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her
(I just want to make you my own)
You know these hoes believe anything
Written by: Brian White, Julian Bohorquez, Mario Mims, Salomon Nicolas Naar
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