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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Benjamin Falik
Benjamin Falik
Songwriter
Josh Goldenberg
Josh Goldenberg
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrara
Edgar Ferrara
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JULiA LEWiS
JULiA LEWiS
Producer
Thank You Fizzle
Thank You Fizzle
Producer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (Yeah)
Let's go, ****
Huh
[Chorus]
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit
And I can't tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care about feelings, you know I care about millions (Let's go!)
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all ****
I tell them new **** better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all ****, yeah
[Verse 1]
Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side
Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive
I'm in the paint on 'em, lil **** small
I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball
Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog
She let me spank on 'em
I ain't finna waste time wit' none of you ****
I crank up that rolls Royce and go to the bank on 'em
Come get my key, I'm at the back wit' it, I'm on tequila don't the name of it
Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover 'bout to go buy my BM the new Range Rover
These **** weak, I'm in the way on 'em
Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em
I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me until she go tattoo my mufuckin' name on her
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em
I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em
We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her
She wanna go one more time, I'm okay wit' it
These **** carry they gun every now and then
I am not one of them, I am gon' stay wit' it
These **** touch me, I bet you that magazine inside the church'll have one of they face on It
Bitch, I'ma dog
[Chorus]
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya
I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit
And I can't tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp
Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin'
You know I don't care about feelings, you know I care about millions
You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all ****
I tell them new **** better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all ****
[Outro]
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Let's go!
Written by: Benjamin Falik, Edgar Ferrara, Jonathan Kirk, Josh Goldenberg
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