Top Songs By Rap BerryWhite
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandin Jackson
Vocals
Austin Dunn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandin Jackson
Songwriter
Austin Dunn
Songwriter
Carl Fisher III
Songwriter
Carl Fisher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rap BerryWhite
Producer
Brandin Jackson
Producer
Carl Fisher
Producer
Lyrics
(GetMoney
Oh my gosh, C.QUBED)
How does he do it
(Kwincy…)
Punch a dike, she throw it back, I turn into a stem
Bitch, may, I'm boss, ****, you is not one of them
Alright
Keep something pretty with me, I keep it peak
I get it from OG, I give the city some heat
I keep it poppin', I just been dropping that grease
Cookin' that fire, like I'm cookin' with Kaya
I keep off feedin' the streets
Brooklyn and Y, think that I'm from Bed-Stuy
I do it B-I-G, I'm with B in the D
Buddy from the 810, Dayton family playin
Skatin' down Clio Road
We in Clayco for the day, so I'm just lettin' Lotto know
If you know, then you know
If you don't, you probably brokey
You don't want the smoke, cause Berry keep the crud
I keep a girl in vogue, tellin' me don't let go
She tellin' me to hold on, keep singin' the same song
Don't wanna keep her clothes on
I keep on droppin' hits
Keep on designin' fits
Keep on takin' trips
Keep on drivin' a foreign whip
Keep on thankin' God for this
He keep on givin' me his riches
It ain't all about the money
Keep on blessin' me in spirit
Pour no pint, twist on my crud
I just fuck her, I don't fall in love
I hit the court, I might fuck the judge
Bad bitch, she don't do no drugs
Slim petite, double D
She got a lil' somethin' to shake
All right
Drop paper on hoes and booze, and we had a party
All right
Made plays turn 4 to a 10
I bought the plug stash, I ain't even goin' back
Stack hundreds up, I laced myself
Just took a homey pack
Already hit that bitch a mama's sister
Ain't no goin' back
Claim me in the strike
He ridin' round, caught Buddy in the lac
Sticky in my hand
All right
Twenty-fifty's in my pan
All right
Buddy talkin' slick
I know she miss a man
All right
Punch a dyke, she throwin back
I turn her to a stem
All right
Bitch, man, I'm a boss ****
You is not one of them
Get money
Wake up, breakfast, waitin' on me
My bitch, she morning cold
Just sent the bitch for a 10-bar, and she said she hate the road
Put that Van Cleef in my cart
Lil' bitch, I don't even wear the clothes
Only sippin' that drink
My nephew pourin' up to the whole liter gone
Written by: Austin Dunn, Brandin Jackson, Carl Fisher, Carl Fisher III