Top Songs By Luh Tyler
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Savion W. Taylor
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Don Cannon
Mixing Engineer
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
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