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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kai Ca$h
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aksel Arvid Hauge
Songwriter
Dawoyne Lawson
Songwriter
Don Cannon
Songwriter
Kasien Sandy
Songwriter
Niko Brim
Songwriter
Roosevelt Harrell III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kai Ca$h
Recording Engineer
Don Cannon
Producer
2forwOyNE
Producer
Aksel
Producer
Bink
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
True
True
Yeah
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
I need more than a hand to say who I'm better than
New crib, ain't settled in, all-time high, this a heavy strand
Raw ****, probably carry shit, he pure medicine
Went from underdog to the dog out the kennel
He the boss that respect the intern and the middleman
Young floss like Jigga Man
Dress like prom, I should put the corsage on your sister hand
Every problem get solved when you the bigger man
Time just Mach 6 and I'm gettin' my rocks off by top vixens
Used to be in the hood indulgin' in popped bitches
Now I could pop SZA, I talk nice, she say the vibe different
Hands clean, I ain't got no time to box with you
Sendin' shots with you, subtweet, comment on y'all pictures
I just wanna talk the top shit
And probably with a Sprinter of thot bitches, I'm on somethin'
[Chorus]
Caught in the motion
True
Tell her we fuckin', leave the emotions
Baby, I got you open
True
See the look in your eyes, know where I'm goin'
Yeah
Push the legs to the side and let me go in
True
Came from the bottom, know I got bigger plans
Yeah
Don't play with my top, you know I got bigger plans
True
Come fuck with your guy, you know I got bigger plans
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Let me talk my shit again, hold your thoughts and your sentiments
Hold the applause till I'm finishin'
This my train of pretty women aboard, we gon' get 'em in
And disregard all they **** friends
The course is bigger, clean-cut like the barber did it
Shakin' the towns like Harlem, ****
My approach, Dior brooch is on just to compliment 'em
They say I'm dressed like a Harvard ****
Can you fault 'em?
Pardon my player, it get exhaustin'
Bein' top five to duck four in foreign V's you can't imagine the cost of
Overseas, I keep gettin' deported, it's awkward
Two-door, switch lanes in it
True
I get low like temp fades with it
Come on, my wrist plain, such a big face in it
Yeah
And walk through like Rick James, ****
[Chorus]
Caught in the motion
True
Tell her we fuckin', leave the emotions
Baby, I got you open
True
See the look in your eyes, know where I'm goin'
Yeah
Push the legs to the side and let me go in
True
Came from the bottom, know I got bigger plans
Yeah
Don't play with my top, you know I got bigger plans
True
Come fuck with your guy, you know I got bigger plans
Yeah
[Outro]
True
True
Yeah
True
Written by: Aksel Arvid Hauge, Dawoyne Lawson, Don Cannon, Kasien Sandy, Niko Brim, Roosevelt Harrell III