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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeeezy
Jeeezy
Vocals
DJ
DJ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deon Hawkins
Deon Hawkins
Songwriter
Jaylar Abram
Jaylar Abram
Songwriter
Deangelo Smith
Deangelo Smith
Songwriter
Alec Michael Tolkin
Alec Michael Tolkin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al B Smoov
Al B Smoov
Producer
Lowthegreat
Lowthegreat
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Jeeezy, what you on? Yeah, I'm at the Ritz
911, I need your help, I'm all alone with six (Here I come)
Yeah, all these bitches ready, ain't gotta tell 'em shit (Yeah)
Alright, get them bitches' phones, we ain't takin' pics (Yeah, I did)
This the one I want to grab, would you look at this? (Yeah, she here)
Went out with my bitch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (What the fuck? LowTheGreat)
Why the fuck you just sayin' somethin'? Can't believe this shit (Thought I did)
But if you really got six hoes, I'm finna leave this bitch (Smoov, what's good, baby? Yeah, I do)
[Verse 1]
Swear to God, on my life, I do (On God)
Hurry up, they singin' every word they want me to (Here I come)
Yeah, that thick bitch here, the one that wanted you (Yeah, yeah)
Takin' shots, throwin' ass, I got 'em settled in and comfortable
I walked in, she like, "There go Jeeezy," they like, "Bitch, where?" (Bitch, where?)
Bitches on me, said she like my Lavers, these the big pair (Yeah)
Doin' hoes the coldest, damn, I could've been from Big Bear (You could)
Why this **** watchin' all my stories? Think his bitch here (**** lame)
Finna figure out the ones that's fuckin', send the rest home
I just told 'em what you said, ****, nothin' less (I just told 'em)
I think we need more bitches, this ain't fun yet (This ain't fun)
Bitches greet me, pullin' down my pants, ain't got a hug yet
Let's act like we gotta leave to make these bitches go (Alright)
Let's grab the stripper hoes from Cheetahs, they get off at four (Yeah, let's go)
Alright, ****, say no more (Say no more)
But how my bitch know we out? What the fuck you post? (I ain't post shit)
Turn a Sprite to a caramel frappé, what the fuck you pour? (I don't know)
Jeeezy, where my drank? I'm lookin' for it, yeah, I know you know (I don't know)
I don't touch ****' drank, ****, I don't know
You the last **** I seen with it, ****, where it go? (Where it go?)
****, look up in the freezer, oh, I see it, here it go (Here it go)
I could round up all the bitches, you could call me merry-go (Merry-go)
Knew exactly who her **** was, I ain't tell her though (I ain't tell her though)
**** sayin' he used to hang with us, I don't remember though (I don't remember though)
Two thousand dollar hoodie, you don't hear me though (Yeah, I hear you)
Yeah, I see you, I'm in Maxfield with Saint Michaels on (Yeah, I see you)
Prada bucket, yeah, that's what type of time I'm on
Let's go out of town to crack some bitches we ain't never seen (Yeah, I'm with it)
**** always talking 'bout the hoes that they never bring (Never bring)
I'm on 65th eatin' wings at C&W (C&W)
Told Jeeezy, "Keep steppin', never let these **** humble you"
Told DJ, "We them ****, let these bitches outnumber you"
[Chorus]
Jeeezy, what you on? Yeah, I'm at the Ritz
911, I need your help, I'm all alone with six (Here I come)
Yeah, all these bitches ready, ain't gotta tell 'em shit (Is that right?)
Alright, get them bitches' phones, we ain't takin' pics (Yeah, I did)
This the one I want to grab, would you look at this? (Yeah, she here)
Went out with my bitch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (What the fuck?)
Why the fuck you just sayin' somethin'? Can't believe this shit (Thought I did)
But if you really got six hoes, I'm finna leave this bitch (Yeah, I do)
Written by: Alec Michael Tolkin, Deangelo Smith, Deon Hawkins, Jaylar Abram
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