Top Songs By Tyga
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
John Sammis
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DTP
Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Samantha Henry
Recording Engineer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kingsley the Corgi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I just walked in, in the spot with my whodie
Drinkin' champagne over here, not a 40
Shawty wanna come in my section 'cause she know me
Now she all up in my ear, tellin' me she lonely
Go 'head and do that thing for me
Might just go 'head and throw 40
Readin' all your signs like a story
Gotta go and tell your man that you sorry
Yeah, I know, you a ten, girl, sittin' in the Porsche seats (oh)
Yeah I know, put your ass in the floor seats (oh)
Yeah I know, girl, you cold like the North East (cold)
On an island in the house, got a whole beach (cold)
Gettin' bags, yeah, the money gettin' no sleep
Gotta keep you around for a long time
Like an OG, baby, please
I just walked in, in the spot with my whodie
Drinkin' champagne over here, not a 40
Shawty wanna come in my section 'cause she know me
Now she all up in my ear, tellin' me she lonely
Go 'head and do that thing for me
Might just go 'head and throw 40
Readin' all your signs like a story
Gotta go and tell your man that you sorry
Go tell him
Go tell him, go tell him, go tell him (that you sorry)
Go tell him
Go tell him, go tell him, go tell him (that you sorry)
Go tell him that you sorry, yeah
Got trust issues, probably why I move shady
I ain't got no problems with you, baby
I be goin' crazy, in the stu' daily
Cops tryna knock opp, niggas, tryna fade me
Police better not try to pull me, l be in some fast shit
Got time on my head, I can never love no fast bitch
Got a glass wrist, money to my pockets, mad thick
Gotta guess they wanna see me fold, I can't crash it
VVS just drippin' in the gold, poppin' magic
I just got four milli', should I blow? Should I stack it?
I'ma lit this shit up 'til I'm old or in a casket
I'm that nigga, probably why your ho let me slap it
I'm turnt up in this spot, yeah, we lit
Told him bring more bottles, e'rybody gotta sip
We gon' go up tonight
Yeah, I'ma show you the light, ah, ah
I just walked in, in the spot with my whodie
Drinkin' champagne over here, not a 40
Shawty wanna come in my section 'cause she know me
Now she all up in my ear, tellin' me she lonely
Go 'head and do that thing for me
Might just go 'head and throw 40
Readin' all your signs like a story
Gotta go and tell your man that you sorry
Gotta go and tell your man that you sorry
Yeah, go and tell that nigga that you sorry
Yeah, go tell him, sorry
Go tell him, go tell him, go tell him, go tell him
Go tell him, go tell him, go tell him, go tell him
Go tell him that you
Writer(s): John Sammis, Michael Ray Stevenson, Tione Jayden Merritt
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