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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kash Doll
Kash Doll
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morris Jones
Morris Jones
Songwriter
Arkeisha Knight
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Ivory Scott IV
Ivory Scott IV
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
Quinton Cook
Quinton Cook
Songwriter
Timothy Bradley McKibbons
Timothy Bradley McKibbons
Songwriter
Ian "J.Y." Williams
Ian "J.Y." Williams
Songwriter
Julius Rivera III
Julius Rivera III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Music MajorX
Music MajorX
Producer
B100
B100
Producer
Gregory Fils-Aime
Gregory Fils-Aime
Mixing Engineer
K-Quick
K-Quick
Mastering Engineer
Spenser Williams
Spenser Williams
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Fucked wit' a lame **** once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Shooter got a gun wit' a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Body lookin' mean in Celine, that's how I'm dressin'
**** thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin'
[Verse 1]
Diamonds bustin', almost got my fuckin' wrist pregnant
Got my weight up on these **** like I'm bench pressin'
Diamonds white like I bought these bitches straight from heaven
Back hurt from all this walkin', I can't stop the steppin'
[Refrain]
Aye
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Fucked wit' a lame **** once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Shooter got a gun wit' a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Body lookin' mean in Celine, that's how I'm dressin'
**** thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin'
[Verse 2]
I send bro at ****' bitches 'cause I'm faithful (You know I'm married, bitch)
I bet you hoes will never see the Van Cleef bangle (You ain't gon' get that)
Little horse don't care how old you is, that boy'll spank you
Wish I could ungive **** shit, they ass ungrateful (They ass ungrateful)
Dope kicker, I turnt the city up and brought that bag 'round (Yeah)
You gon' think bro 'nem do track and field when you get ran down (Come here)
Mention me, I don't even know ****, they asses fanned out
Fuck that though, my pockets thick as fuck, they look like Kash Doll (Oh yeah)
Bitch, if God ain't want me blessed, he wouldn't have blessed me (I said Amen)
Bitch, if God wanted you blessed, he would've blessed you (I said Amen)
I got a mouth piece, my bitch horny when I text her
Real boss, ain't got to be there, I still run shit in my section (****, I run shit)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Fucked wit' a lame **** once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Written by: Arkeisha Knight, Ian "J.Y." Williams, Ivory Scott IV, Julius Rivera III, Morris Jones, Quinton Cook, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Timothy Bradley McKibbons
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