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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Vocals
Pink Susie
Pink Susie
Background Vocals
Coot Corleone
Coot Corleone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Songwriter
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Daniel Moras Raab
Daniel Moras Raab
Songwriter
Malik Ross
Malik Ross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Westen Weiss
Westen Weiss
Producer
Tone
Tone
Recording Engineer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Daniel Moras Raab
Daniel Moras Raab
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Man, baby, where you at?)
(I'm here counting these ones, about to leave the club, and)
(I'm just tryna pull up on you)
(Man, stop playin' me, where you at?)
(Drop yo pin)
(I'm on the way, whoa)
[Verse 2]
Whoa
Type shit
Pussy got that power like a light switch, yeah
I can put you Carti on some light shit, yeah
We can fuck on molly on some hype shit, yeah
Can't love me, I won't wife shit, yeah (Won't wife shit)
All I know is Benjamins and hot shit, yeah
Bae, come pull up on me on that hot shit, yeah
Bae, come pull up on me, I'm (Gone)
[Verse 3]
How you can't believe it? I'ma up shit, yeah
I can make a diva out a duck bitch, yeah
If you get up on me, I'ma clutch it (Clutch it)
If you get up on me, I'ma (Turn up)
Like when you **** make all of these changes, yeah
Bae, don't try to love me, it get dangerous, yeah
I'ma stay 100 on that same shit (On that same)
[Verse 4]
What a, what a **** supposed to be in the world without you?
All a **** know to be in this world about you
So don't hoe me, baby
Come show me it's that, I got you (Got you)
Keep all away a stack, like I do (Like I do)
Could look all around the world, ain't gon' find nobody better (Wow)
I'm still gon' give you all my extras, like
[Verse 5]
Whoa
Type shit
Pussy got that power like a light switch, yeah
I can put you Carti on some light shit, yeah
We can fuck on molly on some hype shit, yeah
Can't love me, I won't wife shit, yeah (Won't wife shit)
All I know is Benjamins and hot shit, yeah
Bae, come pull up on me on that hot shit, yeah
Bae, come pull up on me, I'm (Gone)
[Verse 6]
Aye, I'm a fly crip (I'm a fly crip)
Known to turn you out on some vibe shit (On some vibe shit)
I ain't gon' lie, ma, you my bitch (Ma, you my bitch)
Told her that I love her on some high shit, yeah (I was high)
Bought her diamond ring, I still ain't wife it (I ain't wife it)
Extendo on my hip and I can't hide it (I can't hide it, hide it)
Fifteen to the lawyer let him fight it (Fight it, fight it)
I be looking up to God, hope he beat it too (Beat it too)
Do you fuck with me how I fuck with you? Aye (Fuck with you?)
Might be subbing me, I don't be subbing you (I don't be subbing you)
You be ducking me, I don't be ducking you (I don't be ducking you)
Got me thinking to myself, like is she down for me
Why you playing games?
I'm addicted to your ass like you Mary Jane
Every time you come around, I be catching flames
I don't want a new bitch, we might not vibe the same
Ma, your sex like a drug 'cause it help the pain, aye
[Verse 7]
Whoa
Type shit
Pussy got that power like a light switch, yeah
I can put you Carti on some light shit, yeah
We can fuck on molly on some hype shit, yeah
Can't love me, I won't wife shit, yeah (Won't wife shit)
All I know is Benjamins and hot shit, yeah
Bae, come pull up on me on that hot shit, yeah
Bae, come pull up on me, I'm (Gone)
Written by: Alex Petit, Brandon Rainey, Daniel Moras Raab, Malik Ross, Westen Weiss
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