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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
T. Jones
T. Jones
Songwriter
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Byron Otto Thomas
Byron Otto Thomas
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other **** doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stunt 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
Fuck a **** how I'm comin'
[Chorus]
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (Bag his man up)
Say that she yo' bitch, she my private dancer (Private dancer)
You can call her phone, but she ain't gon' answer (Ain't gon' answer)
[Verse 1]
Go, go, go, go
Known to turn a bitch up, I'm talkin' way past the ceiling go
She fuck with me because these karats like a rabbit, silly ho
My **** pop Percocets, bike like a wheelie, ho
From the city of Memphis, we known for mackin' and pimpin'
But I'm a hot boy, I can't lie, I got some Weezy up in me
You know this shit, it get greasy, I'm in the streets like a meter
She tellin' me that she need me, but Lord know that she a eater
Aye, tell 'em, "Drop his nuts," he holding too much tension in his balls
Made 'em run a four flat, but he was six feet tall
Like a high school ho, I'm tryna hit all y'all
Yeah, I seen 'em stumble, but I'm tryna make 'em fall, fall
Shake it, she was fully dressed, now she naked (Naked)
Backshots, front shots, makin' bitch shapeshift (Shapeshift)
Ready for the cumshot, told her to taste it (Taste it)
Bad bitches chase me, I use to fuck basics (Basics)
She askin' for my raw dawg, ho, you get a latex (Latex)
Ball deep in her mouth, make a bitch say less (Say less)
Swallow my nut or yo' friend the replacement ('Placement)
Put her on her knees, yeah, I call that good graces
[Chorus]
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us (Hatin' on us)
If they want it, take it from me (Take it)
What them other **** doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stunt 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
Fuck a **** how I'm comin'
[Chorus]
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag ass man up (Bag his man up)
Say that she yo' bitch, she my private dancer—
[Verse 2]
She said, "Come here," she said, "Get here"
She said, "Stop playing, ****, bring that dick here," ooh
I got bitches waitin' to see me like a premiere, ooh
And her mouth be full of semen, look like veneers, ooh
Don't be worried 'bout what I'm doin', don't be worried 'bout who I'm doin'
Don't be worried 'bout who I flew in or these Percocet I'm chewin'
All these Birkin and this Louis got her twerkin' that lil' booty
She said, "Throw that dick Lil Tunechi," she gon' catch it like a movie
I be X'ing bitches out, leave her at that **** house
Never thought I'd leave my kids until I left them in her mouth
I be stretchin' bitches out, you be stressin' bitches out
I'm like Lionel Messi, kickin' messy bitches out
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, I smack it with my backhand
Ooh, she got that fat cat, I give that cat the cat scan
From a hot boy to a madman, that high-water or hell deep
Call him NLE, you can call me "Machiavelli"
Shirt off, chopper on, Weezy baby, Babylon
I'm greedy, baby, Ramadan
Got my slimes with me, it's a slime-a-thon
Wake up with Balenciaga pajamas on with two bitches
Check my phone, nude pictures
I check your ass like the new Twitter (Tunechi)
[Chorus]
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other **** doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stunt 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
Fuck a **** how I'm comin'
[Chorus]
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch, made him bag his man up (Bag his ass up)
Say that she yo' bitch she, my private dancer
You can call her phone, and I'll probably answer, ****
[Outro]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (Haha, Mula, Baby)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Written by: B) Williams, B. Thomas, BENJMAIN DYER DIEHL, Ben Billions, Byron O. Thomas, Ian Lewis, Lil Wayne, NLE Choppa, T. Gray, T. Jones
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