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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Joseph Thomas Boyden
Joseph Thomas Boyden
Songwriter
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Composer
Korey Roberson
Korey Roberson
Composer
Darius Roberts
Darius Roberts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
big korey
big korey
Producer
Ant Chamberlain
Ant Chamberlain
Producer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, pull up to the club like, let's slide
I ain't tryna start a riot, we just lookin' for the vibes
Straight up, lil' mamacita, oh my
We actually got a bottle like, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
[Verse 2]
Como estas, I'ma floss, I'ma boss
If you ain't a bad bitch, get rocks, get lost
Hey, knock her head off, what's that cost, what's that cost?
Hey, shake it for me, baby, shake it off, shake it off
Dick up on me, baby, at the loft, at the loft
Hey, slob up on my knob, baby cough, baby cough
Hey, I'ma beat that pussy on the couch, on the couch
Hey, stick it in her pelvis, screamin', "Ouch, Yella, ouch"
[Verse 3]
I can't spend the night, I'ma boss, I'ma boss
When you in my presence, then you better make it count
Hey, flexin' like a motherfucker, got a big amount
Passport ready, ready, ready to get stomped
Fuck the owner, dressin' and we knockin' out the lounge
Don't know 'bout that coffer, tryna get another round, round
Custo hit Milani tryna get another pound, pound
Even's up, then it's up, now it's really goin' down, down
[Verse 4]
Ay, pull up to the club like, let's slide
I ain't tryna start a riot, we just lookin' for the vibes
Straight up, lil mamacita, oh my
We actually got a body like, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
[Verse 5]
Pretty little mamacita, oh, my slim thick
And she Puerto Rican, ay ya ya
I just met her at the Four Seasons in Hawaii
Out that 1942 tequila, with a lime
Brazilian bikini with the peach
Sweater got them bottoms get lost in them cheeks
Sweater got my bitch so bad I won't cheat
Sweater got, I spend eleven racks on these teeth
Gold teeth god
Bring me the watches and the chains and them rings
I just got a pedicure, yeah, from Ming Ling
Yeah, I'm from L.A. like the Dodgers and the Kings
Like his worst clippers, yeah, on the four seas
We in a club and we turnt up
I cut a rock, now she burnt out
I bought Chanel for my new bitch
I spent a hunnid on this Cuban
[Verse 6]
Ay, pull up to the club like, let's slide
I ain't tryna start a riot, we just lookin' for the vibes
Straight up, lil mamacita, oh my
We actually got a body like, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya
[Verse 7]
Ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya
Ay ya ya ya
Written by: Anthony Phillips, Darius Roberts, Dnu - Boyden Joseph, Joseph Thomas Boyden, Korey Roberson, Markies Conway, Tyrone Griffin Jr
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