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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
Kole S. Ficthorn
Songwriter
Elijah Y. Terry
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clayco
Producer
T8ko
Producer
xdkole
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Timon Adams
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chris Paul, hey
Bitch, you know I'm balling, why you keep on calling me?
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm riding with my dogs
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh
Look for all of them, all black fashion
My bitch drippin' just like a witch, black magic
Chrome Hearts all through my crib, bitch, I'm having this
Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you asking me?
I been off the porch, lil' bitch, I'm clutching on my .40
I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it
She just tryna get some money out of me unfortunately
'Cause I ain't paying for no lil' bitch that ain't even worth shit
[Verse 2]
Hey bitch, you know I'm balling, why you keep on calling me?
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm riding with my dogs
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh
Look for all of them
[Verse 3]
Killa
She a lady killa
Yeah, yeah, for real-a
I'm the look killa with the swag, I be drilling
She a lady killer with the swag, she be spilling
All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla
Tom Ford, Paul McCartney and she going Stella
Paparazzi pop my shit, lil' baby, I look stellar
You paparazzi popping, bitch, uh-huh, yeah, you look stellar
If looks could kill then it's first degree murder
They said the real **** died, well, we resurging
**** talking so much shit, I know they teeth dirty
I been walking so much shit, lil' bitch, my feet hurting
**** moving kinda weird, it's making me nervous
I ain't never running out of paper, bitch, I keep splurging
I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurting
Them with all this flexing, counting all this money, bitch, I'm never stressing
I been counting hundreds
[Verse 4]
Hey bitch, you know I'm balling, why you keep on calling me?
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm riding with my dogs
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh
Look for all of them
Written by: Bobby Sandmanie, Corey Kerr, Elijah Y. Terry, Kole S. Ficthorn