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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Jeffery Williams
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Yeat
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, yee, woo, yeah, ack
[Chorus]
Look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my bitch, aye
Look at my whips, lickin' her lips, matchin' my drip, aye
Shawty can tell I been gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (Whoa)
Just look at this dime, look at her friends (Look, aye)
Look at my bitch, ass and her titties (Aye)
Shawty couldn't take it, went to licking my lips (What? Aye)
Bitch, wait till we get to the house, we in back of the Lyft (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Go to the store, get some drinks and some more rubber bands (Yeah, yeah)
I couldn't wait, I went sippin' it out of the can (Yeah)
This is a fetish, I'm keepin' some hotels wherever I'm stayin' (Yeah)
Pockets on lettuce and radish and blue cheese, no ranch (Yeah)
You want the Patek? You gotta run it up (Yes, run it up, run up, woo)
Hand me my bag, she wanna hold the Hannah Montana (Bag, woo)
I don't need no tag, huh, they wonder where Miley's at (Tag, woo)
They want that bounce back, they drowned the spot (They want that, yeah)
I was on hype, Travis Scott, I might (Hype, might)
Never lie or cry, eat a ounce a night (Sike, night)
I can't lie, I'm shiesty, talked a lot, not signin' (Sheisty, no signin')
Ace of Spade, gold diamonds (Diamonds)
Michael Jackson in his prime, bitch, and I'm bad (Hee-hee)
[Verse 2]
Look at my wrist, huh, look at my bitch
I know they kiss, yeah
I'm splittin' they twig, I'm splittin' they wig, yeah, huh
Pull up in mosh pit on rock shit, got hot
I'm in London with that shank on me, get you sliced up (Slice, slice)
My money enormous, it's not normal, it's so tall (Yeah)
And fuck what you said, you a lil' bitch, you can't come ball
Had the game deep, suck it again, you took it and lost
I was just dripped, shoppin', lil' bitch, now you at the Ross
I was just swervin' the double R, the yanky, the bih, I decided the cost
Had all my money to fuck up, nineteen Ms, bitch, I'm the boss
Fuck what you said, let's lean to it, bitch, yeah-yeah, motherfucker lost
Everyone rockin' with me is rich as fuck 'cause I put on my dawgs
Look at my wrist, look at my Reese's Pieces, Diamonds VVSs
Bitch is smackin', hittin' every season
Fuck what you said, lil' bitch, I'm Perky fiendin', Perky dreamin'
Ridin' around this bitch, I feel like Perky demon
[Bridge]
Woo, uh-huh, woo, uh-huh, hee
Woo, uh-huh, uh-huh (Sheesh)
Woo, uh-huh
[Chorus]
Look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my bitch, aye
Look at my whips, lickin' her lips, matchin' my drip, aye
Shawty can tell I been gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (Whoa)
Just look at this dime, look at her friends (Look, aye)
Look at my bitch, ass and her titties (Aye)
Shawty couldn't take it, went to licking my lips (What? Aye)
Bitch, wait till we get to the house, we in back of the Lyft (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Woo, uh-huh, woo, uh-huh, hee
Woo, uh-huh, uh-huh (Sheesh)
Woo, uh-huh
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Noah Smith, Terrance Williams