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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Ernesto Cornejo
Ernesto Cornejo
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
Wallace Jefferson
Wallace Jefferson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wallace Jefferson
Wallace Jefferson
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
EC Fresco
EC Fresco
Producer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I been feelin' like you's a blessing to me, baby
And what God has blessed, no man could ever take it
See, I done jumped through all kind of hoops to make you love me
And ain't nothin' gon' come 'fore you except the money
I just wanna be down with you, bae
I just wanna be down with you, bae
I just wanna be down with you
Yeah, I love you lil' bit, but I don't think you got me soft
If the bill lie, tell me once, I'ma cut it out
I was trappin' out the store, cash for gold to backwall
Few years later, I ran it up, then I bought crop
The Wock' got me noddin' off, I told you used to keep the beat 'round
I was fourteen tryna get hell, ready to pop a piece for me
Black boy gave me my first piece, I was a vet, I wasn't no buttercup
My **** took a ten to the chin like an uppercut
In the club, I don't drink no liq', pour a fifth of codeine in the double cup
Told lil' mama, "I just wanna be down with you, baby, I don't even wanna fuck"
I was posted on the bayou early morning like my mind gone
Tell them pussy **** who be talkin' shit the same side to slide on
I been feelin' like you's a blessing to me, baby
And what God has blessed, no man could ever take it
See, I done jumped through all kind of hoops to make you love me
And ain't nothin' gon' come 'fore you except the money
I just wanna be down with you, bae
I just wanna be down with you, bae
I just wanna be down with you
Wanna be down with you, baby
Uh, got all the money in the world, but I miss your touch
I wanna be down with you, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
I could buy anything I want, but what I need is love
I got 40 million dollars, but that ain't enough
If this shit don't hit, I'm back in the slums
I be fine by myself, but I wanna be one
I been thinkin' 'bout death ever since a young buck
I like guns and roses, go with my status
I was the first to bring Rolls-Royces in my projects
I ain't even gotta blow no money, bitch still gon' let me fuck her
I'm lovin' and I'm thuggin', can't have one without the other
I wanna be down with you
That's how I ride, I wanna ride for you
I'm breakin' hearts on Valentine's Day, pop out with my new bitch
Paint the Wraith white mayonnaise, pull off in the cool whip
And how I beat the pot with a butter knife, I might need a new wrist
I'm steady knockin' these opps' top right off, I'm runnin' through the list
I'm in Orlando, treat the BNB like a bando, ain't a bit
I tell Moeezy I ain't with that friendly shit, lame **** make me sick
Fuck **** make me sick
Dirty bitch made me vomit
Can't put my mouth on it
My record label finna bring me back some paper, I bet the house on it
I been feelin' like you's a blessing to me, baby
And what God has blessed, no man could ever take it
See, I done jumped through all kind of hoops to make you love me
And ain't nothin' gon' come 'fore you except the money
I just wanna be down with you, bae
I just wanna be down with you, bae
I just wanna be down with you
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Ernesto Cornejo, Jesus Bobe, Wallace Jefferson
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