Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ogi
Vocals
Ogi Ifediora
Background Vocals
No ID
Drums
Omar Edwards
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
Ogi Ifediora
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ogi Ifediora
Vocal Producer
Connor Hedge
Mastering Engineer
No ID
Producer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Kayla Reagan
Mixing Engineer
Jim Caruana
Recording Engineer
Justin Batad
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All these blessings falling in my lap like I'm a grandpa
All this money, I go swimming in it like a tadpole
They say there's a bad side to the fame, where they at though?
My past **** had themselves to blame, how them apples?
[Verse 2]
Ye ain't want wahala from this Naija from the Delta
Did you want more flavour in the game? Yeah, you welcome
My level done changed, I ain't the same, man, it's seldom
Anybody coming at my name, I'm too well-done
Hell yeah
[Verse 3]
Jheeze, look at the cheese
Look at the ice, look at the wrist
Yeah, look at me
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I flaunt it, yeah, yeah
(Doo doo doo doo doo)
I know you feel this heat, coming in hot, hundred degrees
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I flaunt it, yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
Mm mmm
What you need?
Baby, I reign supreme
You say you want fire
I got the kerosene
What is your sole desire?
I'll take it to extreme
Know how to take your heart
Let's make a scene, ayy, ayy
[Verse 5]
It's done, it's a wrap
What you wanna do back?
We gone for a fact
Yeah, we got what you lack
Sorry, but it's over
Got no luck, no four-leaf clover
You might fall out like it's October
I thought I already told you
[Verse 6]
Jheeze, look at the cheese
Look at the ice, look at the wrist
Yeah, look at me
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I flaunt it, yeah, yeah
(Doo doo doo doo doo)
I know you feel this heat, coming in hot, hundred degrees
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I flaunt it, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Big dawg, who you calling bitches?
Rushed in like it's college scrimmage
Six-speed, tell me what's the limit?
You better bow down to a goddess image
[Verse 8]
Nuh-uh, no, you're not gonna try to swallow my shine
Nuh-uh, no, you're not 'bout to tell me what isn't mine
Nuh-uh, play your part, little one, do not cross the line
Nuh-uh, feel the art and don't front, you're wasting my time
[Verse 9]
What a shame, little bitter bitch
Couldn't stand to be outmatched, so you threw a fit
You know I could've helped you just a little bit
You should've known better, man, you were full of shit
And now I'm done with it, look at what you missed, ayy
[Verse 10]
Jheeze, look at the cheese
Look at the ice, look at the wrist
Yeah, look at me
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I flaunt it, yeah, yeah
(Doo doo doo doo doo)
I know you feel this heat, coming in hot, hundred degrees
Can you believe that I got it?
Better believe that I flaunt it, yeah, yeah
Written by: Dion Wilson, Ernest Wilson, Ogi Ifediora