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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BOYFRN
BOYFRN
Performer
Young Clancy
Young Clancy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashid Sobers
Rashid Sobers
Songwriter
Nathan Burley
Nathan Burley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Clancy
Young Clancy
Producer

Lyrics

Oh my days, I've been locked in, plottin' (plottin')
Oh my days, girl need it, want it (wantin')
Oh my days, I've been slippin', fallin' (fallin')
Oh my days, hear that money callin'
Oh my day, oh my day, oh my days (ballin)
Oh my day, oh my day, oh my days (oh my)
Oh my day, oh my day, oh my days
Oh my day, oh my, oh my (fallin)
Give 'em success when they turn their back
Prolly invest like a hundred racks
Just to ugh life right from the back
What's already gone ain't coming back
For a bag, she throw back, she throw back
For the cash, she throw back
That fast money, not a man alive
Can't hold her back
Throw it, throw it, like a Hail Mary
We going deep, know I get it real wetty
Whenever you think of me
Waterfalls think of me
Waterfalls think of me
Four in the morning all alone, shawty think of me
Throw it, throw it, like a Hail Mary
Girl we going deep, know I get it real wetty
Whenever you think of me
Waterfalls think of me
Waterfalls think of me
Four in the morning all alone, shawty think of me
Y'all ain't nothin' but in my way
Y'all make up shit, I'm making waves
Tell all of your friends I'm getting paid
Don't mean shit still make 'em pay
Won't split the bill if they split the pussy
We all start, ugh, considered it paid
Make 'em cum but don't make 'em stay
Head so dumb, she fail a grade
Bench boy mob, we don't play
Shine so bright, can't see the shade
Don't start shit 'cause at the end of the day
Y'all **** way, way out of your league
Don't need nothing but money and sleep
My ****, my ****, my **** deep
Like a hundred leagues under the sea
She'll love me as long as we eat
Dinner plates and fine china
I mind my business, and I stay silent
Just like my phone when I was grinding
Where was you, can you please remind me
Kill the pussy like a murder scene
Tell her man there ain't nothing to see
What I need keeps running from me
Your negative vibes mean nothing to me
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it
Like a Hail Mary, we going deep
Know I get it real wetty
Whenever you think of me
Waterfalls, think of me
Waterfalls, think of me
Four in the morning all alone, shawty think of me
Written by: Nathan Burley, Rashid Sobers
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