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