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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mailden
Songwriter
Germal McCray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BabyWildin
Producer
Big Gunt
Mixing Engineer
HennyTrack
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye
Say fuck trying to fight, let's make it better, bae, let me get you wetter
Boss up your schedule, Rick Owen's your feet, and Dior your sweater
Girl, I'ma show your ass, ain't gotta text it, ain't no Baccarat when you smell me
Bae, this cheddar, fuck going separate ways, let's get this pape together
[Chorus]
And you get that money by any means, baby girl, you my kind
And them nails did, and that pussy clean, baby girl, you my kind
I just might eat you up, take you out to eat, we can wine and dine
When I get off these drugs, you on my mind, I can tell you a thousand times
You my kind, damn, girl, you my kind, damn, girl, you so fine
You my kind, damn, girl, you so thick, damn, bae, you got thighs
I wanna take you out, girl, let's go vibe
I wanna show you off, bae, you can't hide
Aye, I wanna pin you down, make you lose your mind
Aye, I don't wanna tear you down, wanna build you up
[Verse 1]
Aye, I don't wanna hear you shout, wanna ease your mind
Fuck talking 'bout the past, look, this right now
Bae, I'll be back, finna get off these pounds
Hold down the spot, I'll take you out of town
Glock with a frrrt, know I got rounds
Switch it back semi, two different sounds
He not really like that, he shoot at the ground
Or he might shoot in the clouds
Aye, they at the door for that dope, shit cooking right now
My brother, he having his child, look
Trap house smell like a flounder
I'm having pape like a binder
Baby, come fuck with a rider
Baby, come fuck with a boss, aye
Hop on a elevator, it go to the top of the muhfucking loft, look
I'm tryna dip in sauce
I'm tryna drip in fashion, aye
I'm tryna show you some shit, give you some shit that you couldn't imagine
I put that shit on just like Jamie King, baby, come be my lil' Fancy
Aye, I'm tryna take you to Benihana's, that **** gon take you to Zaxby's
And ain't nothing wrong with that, girl, I'm just saying, he a lil' boy and I'm a man
You better come over here, girl, we got plans, can't tell how I hold your hand
And I can look at you in your face and tell how you hold it in
It's time to let out, I went through it bad, my heart went through a drought
[Chorus]
And you get that money by any means, baby girl, you my kind
And them nails did, and that pussy clean, baby girl, you my kind
I just might eat you up, take you out to eat, we can wine and dine
When I get off these drugs, you on my mind, I can tell you a thousand times
You my kind, damn, girl, you my kind, damn, girl, you so fine
You my kind, damn, girl, you so thick, damn, bae, you got thighs
I wanna take you out, girl, let's go vibe
I wanna show you off, bae, you can't hide
Aye, I wanna pin you down, make you lose your mind
Aye, I don't wanna tear you down, wanna build you—
Written by: Germal McCray, Yaven Mailden