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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chow Lee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cashmere Small
Songwriter
Justin Jones
Songwriter
Mido Selim
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chow Lee
Recording Engineer
Cash Cobain
Producer
Víctor Pereyra
Mixing Engineer
Mido Selim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tariq Cherif
Executive Producer
Nima Etminan
Executive Producer
JIMMY SANDOVAL
Executive Producer
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Why would you come with your jeans on?
Why would you cut off the hand that fed you then give me your shoulder to lean on?
You really just somethin' to pee on (Psst)
I could never be a peon, really a slime, heart green neon
You wastin' my time, I took the AP off
And this beat from Cash not from Youtube
[PreChorus]
I know
Don't come out your face with it (Nope)
I'm saying this shit with my chest, like Cash, I'm pullin' the bass in it
Your ass? I'm putting my face in it, look
I'm gettin' off topic again, and I love when I do it
I like to distract you with cool shit
And she basing the facts off the music
She think that I fucked on—
Shhh, I probably did, she don't know how to prove it (Yup)
The city, they jackin' the movement (Yup)
Your titties, I'm jackin' the cup size
Yup
You get too drunk, I ain't jackin' your cup size
I never cared about fucking on ****' bitches, but I care if they fuck mine
I'm selfish as fuck, where the fuck mine?
And I'm wealthy as fuck, I could touch time
[Chorus]
Like, take the Rollie off and throw it
Off the Perc I feel heroic (Yup)
Me and my bitch on tour at the same time, I took my dick and then I mold it
I'ma mail it to the bnb or I'ma mail it to the telly
Got rap money but I'm still searchin' for the glass when I sign into telly
I just walked in with some bands on me, shawty dance on me like damn
Sitchy tucked by my man, hope it don't jam on me like damn
Spent some of my advance on a new ass on her like
And I hope she don't die on the table, God got some plans for her life
[Verse 2]
And the flight too long ,hope the plug got some Xans for me like damn
I be tryna do my job but they look too good, now I'm fuckin' fans
She like to roleplay, she just walked in the room, told me show my hands
I just saw the girl of my dreams, she know I'm a rapper now I got a chance
[Verse 3]
I ain't tryna dance with her like
I'ma get advanced with her like
Like my hands in her pants with it like
She ain't tryna bring her mans to the light (Nope)
This the same reason I be damned with a wife
Like tsss
[Verse 4]
Why would you come with your jeans on?
Why would you cut off the hand that fed you then give me your shoulder to lean on?
You really just somethin' to pee on (Psst)
I could never be a peon, really a slime, heart green neon
You wastin' my time, I took the AP off
And this beat from Cash not from Youtube
[PreChorus]
I know
Don't come out your face with it
I'm saying this shit with my chest, like Cash, I'm pullin' the bass in it
Your ass? I'm putting my face in it, look
I'm gettin' off topic again, and I love when I do it
I like to distract you with cool shit
And she basing the facts off the music
She think that I fucked on—
Shhh, I probably did, she don't know how to prove it (Nope)
The city, they jackin' the movement (Yup)
Your titties, I'm jackin' the cup size
You get too drunk, I ain't jackin' your cup size
I never cared about fucking on ****' bitches but I care if they fuck mine
Look, I'm selfish as fuck, where the fuck mine?
And I'm wealthy as fuck I could touch time
Yup
[Chorus]
Like, take the Rollie off and throw it (Yup)
Off the Perc I feel heroic (Yup)
Me and my bitch on tour at the same time, I took my dick and then I mold it
I'ma mail it to the bnb or I'ma mail it to the telly
Got rap money but I'm still searchin' for the glass when I sign into telly
I just walked in got some bands on me, shawty dance on me like damn
Sitchy tucked by my man, hope it don't jam on me like damn
Spent some of my advance on a new ass on her like
And I hope she don't die on the table, God got some plans for her life
[Outro]
I ain't tryna dance with her like (Nope)
I'ma get advanced with her like
Yup
Like my hands in her pants with it like
She ain't tryna bring her mans to the light
This the same reason I be damned with a wife
Written by: Cashmere Small, Justin Jones