Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vantrees Karon Malcom
Vantrees Karon Malcom
Songwriter
Anand Bakshi
Anand Bakshi
Songwriter
Laxmikant Kudalka
Laxmikant Kudalka
Songwriter
Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma
Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma
Songwriter
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tana
Tana
Producer
PunchmeinJay
PunchmeinJay
Producer
Teeko
Teeko
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cezar Barretto
Cezar Barretto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sharif
Sharif
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mafia tied in, going up, bad bitches flying in
Hoes doing numbers in class in session, lil' baby, sign in
Spaceship inside this pulling up, bitches wanna dive in
They don't know what I'm saying, different language, **** ain't slimed in
Ain't going on no date, but I told a bitch she could get ready, she know that I'm heavy, not petty
Rolls and Benz is the pedals, you know how I'm stepping, I drive it like Mario Andretti
They tell me the road can get hot, but you know I'm not caring, the type to go talk to the devil
Bitch, we them guys, it's best you go pick you a side and bet' not get caught in the middle
[Verse 2]
The boo already ask me, you know I got paper and plastic, I told her she pick her own poison
I ball like an athlete even though I'm not an athlete, look at this shit, I love sports
I left out the VIP, I walk around the club by myself, these hoes know I'm very important
I just hit the bitch, and now I'm DMing her sis, she want to write me a journal
Lil' bro, you know that I'm rich, get a kick off of spending this shit, I ain't tripping off tabs
She say he a catfish, the watch that he flashing ain't his, he really the only **** tryna act
I put on these clothes, I'm dripping, I'm low to the floor like soon as you get out the bath
My money get long, the ice in my stash so long, it's been 'bout a year and a half
[Verse 3]
They spinning and spinning and spin it right back
I spin through the trenches with stick on my lap
You **** can't steal it, it's zipped in the back
You only hear my name when mention the karats
Mention the Rolls, make sure you mention the gold
Left hand, right wrist froze
Stare at your toes, I'm catching and pitching a load
My fav play pick it and roll
I'm tipping the ho, I'm tripping and quick with the pole
You run up, this bitch getting squoze
You run up this shit on the road, my **** came home, he run up some shit on parole
Really, the triggers don't do no cap
Check my facts, Face, you don't rap?
Trapping ain't dead, **** still on that
Old head just dropped two-door Aston
[Verse 4]
She thinking she bad, her hair drop down to her ass, this little bitch international
I ain't catching no Zs, they told me the money don't sleep, I don't got not time for napping
I'm faded right now, Wockeisha my bitch right now, I'm thinking 'bout getting her tatted
I think I'm Xzibit, changing the paint on the Sprite, this purple, it look like I'm pimping
**** is listening, fuck around, change your life if you stuck with this game that I'm giving
Twenty be tripping, how you pull up in the coupe black brown like a Dobermann pinscher?
Who you are, the fuck you pop out with like 30 in deals? ****, I might go buy me a chicken
Heard you a hating-ass ****, my money so new, and this crease might cut your wrist with it
Written by: Anand Bakshi, Laxmikant Kudalka, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Pyarelal Ramprasad Sharma, Vantrees Karon Malcom
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