Top Songs By Infinite E
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Sheriff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ervin Pope
Producer
Lyrics
You cannot talk to me. Always on the internet on Instagram stalking me. I'm mean to ya cuz I gotta be. All I wanna do is hit yo bitch just like the lottery.
Hit yo bitch like the lottery. Stupid Crib just like Monopoly. If you my baby then don't lie to me. Way I'm doing the shit I'm out here looking like a prodigy.
Where the girls in New Orleans. Where the girls From Miami Beach. If you a bad bitch you are included. Just be patient. Now twerk up on the beat.
Take a seat if you hating. Throw the peace Sign if you love money making.
How can I not go dumb when **** said I wouldn't make it. Walking around the crib like this shit hers. Lil shorty naked.
You the type to throw a stone. And take ya hand and hide it. Snakes always hiss. But they claim they move in silence. Always talking down. How is that? I'm the highest. I don't need a stylist. Nobody inspired this.
The best that ever did it. The best that's gon do it. I proved it. If we ever go toe to toe it'd be a shoe in. Get on Beats and I'm chewing. Fiends love what I'm brewing. Stewing. Something up that leave ya projects ruined. My girl wearing Rick like Ewing. Soulja boy I'm "Yoo Ing". While these **** is booing. (Damn)
& my project booming. See the clouds they looming. Over all these losers. The flow so inhuman. Someone find my spaceship so I can zoom in. Zoom call you couldn't see what I'm doing. And I am the best ever.
Written by: Edwin Sheriff