Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Songwriter
August Moon
August Moon
Songwriter
William Thomas
William Thomas
Songwriter
Dennis Lambert
Dennis Lambert
Songwriter
Brian Potter
Brian Potter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Producer
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Recording Engineer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Euglen Tanci
Euglen Tanci
Recording Engineer
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Engineer
Master Plan
Master Plan
Mastering Engineer
Stan Green
Stan Green
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Aye, you gon' hold me down, mama?
Best believe in me, daddy, now what you 'bout to do?
Secure another win just to bring it back and empower you
The other dude I was with
We ain't talkin' about that coward, boo
'Cause you my little sis', so don't turn the pussy to sour fruit
Never that, let me rap, fuck the cap
'Cause girls is players too, remember that?
Yeah, you know just how to act
Oh, yeah, you learned from the best, so that's a fact
If a **** violate you, I'ma black
Be cautious
Was raised by teachers that was flawless
We 'bout to make 'em nauseous
Forget about the flaws, you know I'm gorgeous
Talk that shit (Yeah)
They love it when I talk my shit (Mhm)
You know just who the boss is
We got a lot
Peep the way these **** fuckin' with the bop
Pray on our downfall like we supposed to stop
Shit is funny, right?
How we get money like
In undescribable ways they can't copy
You **** know my body
[Chorus]
Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots
'Cause we gon' spend whatever
Luxury life, we livin' over the top
No one can do it better
They try to reject, so I ain't never alone
Aye, aye, aye, aye
You talk too much, your friends is callin' my phone
[Verse 3]
Yo, every time that I touch it, you know it's flammable
The game that I be feedin' you, hope you got some collateral
The way I function, you tryna figure out my mechanicals
Fuck flowers, it's time to give me the whole botanical
See, when I pull up and park in the intersection
When you see me, you supposed to see yourself in my reflection
The sunlight reflectin' off the moon, if you don't mention
Me as one of the greatest, your train of thought is no exception (Mmm)
[Verse 4]
Come on, Busta, I'm immaculate
The way I'm attackin', these bitches trackin' it
They askin' how I'm havin' it
Put numbers on the board, Billboard, that's where I'm trappin' at
Big plaques, platinum and gold, up in my habitat
Living my best life, why they mad at that?
Already went number one, yeah, they could have it back
I don't even drive, I just sit and roll up in the back
He wanna get high, then slide up up in this kitty cat
[Chorus]
Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots
'Cause we gon' spend whatever
Luxury life, we livin' over the top
No one can do it better
They try to reject, so I ain't never alone
Aye, aye, aye, aye
You talk too much, your friends is callin' my phone
Written by: Andrew D. Oliver, August Moon, Brian Potter, Coi Leray, Dennis Lambert, Drü Oliver, Kasseem Dean, Trevor Smith, William Thomas
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