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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Savion W. Taylor
Savion W. Taylor
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
SavionMadeThis
SavionMadeThis
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, okay Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah In a black truck with your hoe beside me She wanna fuck 'cause she know we poppin' VVS is on all the diamonds on the street I got a money-vibes, (I got the money vibes) I'm crazy she said that's what I drive Swim in your bitch like a scuba driver (hm-mm) Tryna get that nigga to shove at you Late night we probably booby trappin' My hoe should be in a beauty pageant (yeah) These ain't no Nikes, these fuckin' Landis (fucking Landis) Step to the bed like a fuckin' madden Step on that boy like a fuckin' Mackie Got 21 flows I'm a fuckin' savage (fucking salvage) All of my hoes want designer baggage I like them hoes that be gettin' nasty Hit from the back while she call me daddy I'm stuck from fives to tens Twenties and fifties and hundreds inside of the thotter (inside of the thotter) I'm fucking fine bitches and shittin' on niggas all day man I know that they mad (I know that they mad) I'm on the grind for all them days I was broke Ain't tryna never go back (ain't never go back), bitch holdin' on time I was cheating on my hoe but she ain't never know that (she never know that) My nigga done tried to get rich with them bows You gon go broke with them pads (broke with them pads) Right now I'm with a freaky lil hoe She want my thumb in her hand (huh), I walk up thumb in his cash She gon be cryin' over hoes they so sad, nigga be so flat Chasin' that money yeah bitch I'm the go at it Your bitch is a dope baddie I did her to skin now she can't leave me (skin) Get lil' boys on the beat man I got what I wish for like I talk to a genie (talk to a genie) My money tryna keep beeping I die here the bitch make me get out yeah she leaving (yeah) That lil hoe is a demon think she a zombie How she be eatin' on people (huh) She wanna kick it I told the bitch ain't playing no FIFA (no game) yeah My wrist so icy look like I put my hand in the freezer yeah (icy, icy) yeah I keep on leaving these bitches I ain't renting it to a keeper yeah I keep waking up with the racks think I got a money disease yeah (yeah) In a black truck with your hoe beside me (damn) She wanna fuck 'cause she know we poppin' (yeah) VVS is on all the diamonds on the street I got a money vibe, I'm crazy she said that's what I drive Swim in your bitch like a scuba driver (huh) Tryna get that nigga to shove them at you Late night we probably booby trappin' (probably bobby trappin') My hoe should be in a beauty pageant These ain't no Nikes, these fuckin' Landis (fucking Landis) Step to the bed like a fuckin' madden Step on that boy like a fuckin' Mackie (fuckin' Mackie) Got 21 flows I'm a fuckin' savage All of my hoes want designer baggage (designer baggage) I like them hoes that be gettin' nasty (yeah) Hit from the back while she call me daddy (huh) I like them hoes that be gettin' nasty Hit from the back while she call me daddy All of my hoes want designer baggage Yeah, street gang yeah skrrt
Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Saivon W. Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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