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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chase Shakur
Chase Shakur
Vocals
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Shakur
Chase Shakur
Composer
Daniel Barrett
Daniel Barrett
Composer
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Composer
Isaiah Fitzgerald
Isaiah Fitzgerald
Composer
Rodney Jerkins
Rodney Jerkins
Composer
Eldra DeBarge
Eldra DeBarge
Composer
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
Composer
Mary J. Blige
Mary J. Blige
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Kaleo
Isaiah Kaleo
Producer
Daniel Barrett
Daniel Barrett
Producer
Preston "Prizzie" Reid
Preston "Prizzie" Reid
Mixing Engineer
Collins "Roos" Ukegbu
Collins "Roos" Ukegbu
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Erik Pedersen
Erik Pedersen
Mixing Engineer
Nick Bass
Nick Bass
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Alright, for sure you gotta give 'em a, a fire song now Alright, run it from the top Said it's on sight, tryna see you Free your mind for a minute Only temporary Then we blow the gas and left out Now I'm covered in your lip gloss At least you know this shit who big dog I got you And you're ridin' it again, can't stop you Ride around the six again (ride around) Switch the Honda, then I got a Benz (oh) And this a coupe, no, I can't scoop your friends And, yeah, I got you when we hit the bedroom Then we smoke the gas up like it's fumes (look, uh) Now she ain't gotta brag, Prada bag, she don't lollygag Pussy lollipop, so damn sweet, my tooth done cracked Ayy, my dentist gettin' some business But I got that insurance, guarantees and retentions But, damn, she so relentless, she want me to own it, I just want to rent it Old-school Indian tribe, can't see me inside 'cause the windows is tinted I'm on that five-percent shit and my phone at like five percent, shit So I don't got long to vent, bend over, put your face right down where the vent is We smell like Dolce inside the cabana Brazil, we in Copacabana Pack sealed like them niggas on water Gas still leakin' out like the chronic I bought her Called up my lil' freak in the morning, busy, gotta work When I'm done, come and get me, this ain't regular ballin' You are lookin' at the makin' of Jordan (Michael), Bron and (James), all them (Same) Stylin', God know I'm from the country, lil' darling Pardon me for all these horses I'm drivin' We turn up all degrees I'm just tryna please you, I'm just tryna please you Don't act like you got amnesia You know what it is when I come through Ride around the six again (ride around) Switch the Honda, then I got a Benz (oh) And this a coupe, no, I can't scoop your friends And, yeah, I got you when we hit the bedroom Then we smoke the gas up like it's fumes All fours, NFL shit, bitch, yeah, yeah I can see the sexy in your eyes and I can tell, yeah And I love when you toppin' me, love when you toppin' me I wanna write this one down
Writer(s): Mary J. Blige, Rodney Jerkins, Eldra P. De Barge, Bunny De Barge, Christopher Jr Smith, Chase Robert Shakur, Isaiah J Fitzgerald, Daniel Barrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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