Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flau'jae Johnson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Flau'jae Johnson
Composer
Lyrics
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Paparazzi they be taking them flicks, cameras watching I be making them sick
Walk with caution so I'm making it quick, you out too often and you stay in the mist
When you popping it too often, that's the hate you can get, now they say they don't like me how you hate from the bench, I'm the one that's trending topic they playing my hits, my face is legit, ain't score but I'm gone make the assist
Slide for my brothers I slide and then I slide again
Yeah, look, if you don't love me then just leave me don't string me along and lie again
Yeah, yeah, paparazzi they be flicking while opps they be hating my mention My operation is different, my compensation is exquisite
Got a taste the commission, I couldn't wait for permission
They used to tell me no, now I'm the one that make the decision
Big talker, big poppin, I'll be doing the most, wrist watcher, get proper when I ride in the ghost Big walker, Big offer, they not hotter than 4, you don't even have to tell them man they already know
The one that's going up, big body truck, they acting like they're tough, we know well enough
That we know you ain't that, and we know your crew ain't stacked
Man don't run up this is facts, only talk about Hits and plaques, yeah yeah
Paparazzi they be taking them flicks, cameras watching I be making them sick
Walk with caution so I'm making it quick, you out too often and you stay in the mist
When you popping it too often, that's the hate you can get, now they say they don't like me how you hate from the bench, I'm the one that's trending topic they playing my hits, my face is legit, ain't score but I'm gone make the assist
Right now I need to decide, causeI'm intrigued by your vibe I seen the dreams in your eyes, you might not even be mine
Came on the scene with your prize, I'm who you need and is fine, Like who you leaving inside, for you I'm legally blind, yeah
But only for tonight, but that's OK though, we fell in love for a day though, you flew me out to Barbados, can't post you we got to lay low, out the ghetto, but you my bae though
I do whatever you say though, trying to pop up I'm like a yo
We can't do that got to slide on the low, when we slide to the store, locking eyes at the door
Cause you ain't messing with know amateur and I ain't trying to handle you, But when I'm walking out, I'm always checking for the cameras, (huh)
Paparazzi they be taking them flicks, cameras watching I be making them sick
Walk with caution so I'm making it quick, you out too often and you stay in the mist
When you popping it too often, that's the hate you can get, now they say they don't like me how you hate from the bench, I'm the one that's trending topic they playing my hits, my face is legit, ain't score but I'm gone make the assist
Writer(s): Joshua Antwan Newkirk, Richard Parker Wiggins, Flaujae Monae Jones
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