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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Performer
DJ.Fresh
DJ.Fresh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marqus Brown
Marqus Brown
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
luis joel hernandez
luis joel hernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ.Fresh
DJ.Fresh
Producer
Mark Breezy
Mark Breezy
Executive Producer
Flu
Flu
Recording Engineer
Dirty Decibelz
Dirty Decibelz
Mixing Engineer
Million Dollar Snare
Million Dollar Snare
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
And she can't be mad at the bitches that I had
If them bitches in the past and she sitting by my side
In my big S class blowing killa out the bag
Don't put your feet on my dash
And baby, don't put no percs on my glass
I went to the lot, paid cash
And I hit the hydraulics shop fast
Now I'm rolling a six five rack
I still got the hard top with the pads
The Hummer came through with a 40oz glass
Swear that ****, think he from a whole 'nother class
But that ain't nothing new
I'm from the old school, I just rolled two
Let the garage door up and let the oldies bump
My neighbors know what's up
OG got this shit in the cobra clutch
On go motherfucker, I ain't slowing up
[Chorus]
And she can't be mad at the bitches that I had
If them bitches in the past and she sitting by my side
In my big S class blowing killa out the bag
Baby, don't put your feet on my dash
And baby, don't put no percs on my glass
I went to the lot, paid cash
Now I hit the hydraulics shop fast
Now I'm rolling a six five rack
[Verse 1]
Baby hit the mall, let her shop till she fall
With them high heels on, make her look tall
But she really 5'5'', no shoes in the ride
Spitta, bring the toys out
Fly player sound bring more of the hoes out
Dom P, sent a V, took her to the car meet
Lemon pepper wings
Blue cheese when I speak
Blue bills off the speech
High as can be
Still blowing smoke from New York to the N.O.
Jet life shorts, fresh out the store
Boat rides to the Porsche
We could do it all, champagne, pop the cork
Muss out of town, in the field, like to score
I'm ten toes, tunnel vision for the dough
In position for the storm, kick down the door
I'm ice cold, let the mink drag on the snow
It's big bags on the road
[Chorus]
And she can't be mad at the bitches that I had
If them bitches in the past and she sitting by my side
In my big S class blowing killa out the bag
Don't put your feet on my dash
And baby, don't put no percs on my glass
I went to the lot, paid cash
Then I hit the hydraulics shop fast
Now I'm rolling a six five rack, uh, uh
Written by: Marqus Brown, Shante Franklin, luis joel hernandez
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