Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lay Bankz
Lay Bankz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Layia Watkins
Layia Watkins
Lyrics
Derrick Milano
Derrick Milano
Lyrics
Modesty
Modesty
Lyrics
Jake and Jared
Jake and Jared
Lyrics
Jayron
Jayron
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derrick Milano
Derrick Milano
Producer
Jake and Jared
Jake and Jared
Producer
Jayron
Jayron
Producer
Tristan Callaway
Tristan Callaway
Producer
Kareem Yafi
Kareem Yafi
Producer
$aint Vincent
$aint Vincent
Producer
Gwolf
Gwolf
Producer
Conner H. Carroll
Conner H. Carroll
Mastering Engineer
Hunter Turn Me Up
Hunter Turn Me Up
Producer

Lyrics

They don't be speakin' my language Face beat fingernails get dangerous Four flat, I be chasing that bag I be on they ass when it come to my payments Whole time bitches tryna be famous I don't name drop, bitches be nameless No brain on top of this whip These bitches be birds and these niggas be brainless Yeah, uh, how do I feel? I look like a mil' He talkin' 'bout let's build, I sent him the bill Like let's be for real, a deal is a deal I bring out that f-, they bring out the wheel Paper tag posse this shit is a steal I don't veneers on my teeth or a grille Pearly white smile this shit worth a mil' The face is real The shape is there The waist, the lace, they snatched, it gives The look it gives I be packin' these bitches they mid Got a bag on these bitches, I did Sit and laugh at these niggas, I kid Steppin' in the trenches with my heels on 'cause I'm classy (oh) Lyin' like you hit it, kept it cute, and did him nasty (oh) They don't be rappin', I just wrapped the wagon Got niggas, I'm draftin' that's athletes (And did, huh, and is, bitch) Bonnet on the head (hey), still look good as shit (what?) Pussy on yo' nose (hey), that's your favorite scent (what?) Nani, you're on his head (hey), it didn't leave a dent (what?) Bitches throwin' shade (hey), keep it five-percent (what?) These hoes be barkin', they lap dogs (what?) The price of this Birkin would slap y'all (what?) This shit that I'm packin', fuck 'round leave you flashing (what?) These lil' hoes be talkin' with caps on (what?) The face is real The shape is there The waist, the lace, they snatched, it gives The look it gives I be packin' these bitches they mid Got a bag on these bitches, I did Sit and laugh at these niggas, I kid Steppin' in the trenches with my heels on 'cause I'm classy (oh) Lyin' like you hit it, kept it cute and did 'em nasty (oh) They don't be rappin', I just wrapped the wagon Got niggas, I'm draftin' that's athletes (And did, huh, and is, bitch)
Writer(s): Derrick Milano, Moises Robalo, Layia Watkins, Tristan Calloway, Kareem Yafi, Garrett Wolfston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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