Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bri’Aja Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bri’Aja Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Shabb
Producer
Lyrics
(Hey, hey, okay)
(Dururururu)
(Hey, hey, okay)
Hey, what?
****, you guessed right
I got some stain, get 'em hit with a left right
She wanna pop it in private, but bitch said it's on sight
What? I make it shine in the night
He left you for me, you not ridin' it right
These **** be scared of a bitch with a pipe
These bitches be scared to be lonely
I do what I want, know none of these **** gon' own me
You can't be my friend, no, you can't be my homie
You see me outside, but act like you don't know me
What? What?
These bitches be fakin', they phony
You say you got racks, better show me
He thinkin' he game, but he won't be
What? Okay
He thinkin' he game, but he is not
Spook got the game in the headlock
I want the racks and the fame and the big Glock
What? Okay
I got the game in the headlock
This is the type of the shit make your bed rock
He know that I am the bitch, get your shit popped
He know that I am the bitch, get your shit lit
He know that I am the one with the big blitz
You know that I am the one that gets dandy
I gotta have my respect, I demand it
What? ****, you guessed right
I got some stain, get 'em hit with a left, right
She wanna pop it in private, but bitch said it's on sight
What? I make it shine in the night
He left you for me, you not ridin' it right
These **** be scared of a bitch with a pipe
Written by: Bri’Aja Jones