Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PLUTO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jada Amaurie Smith
Songwriter
Moses Jackson
Songwriter
Maurice Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MOJO
Producer
Luu Douleur
Recording Engineer
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Kenoe Jordan
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
It's Big P again (I been Big PLUTO to you bitch-ass ****)
And this time, you can keep your man 'cause I don't want him (We been havin' somethin' to say)
These y'all ****, what the helly?
[Verse 1]
These **** really gay, they'd rather hang around the bros
These ATL ****, yeah, they really hate they ho'
You a sassy-ass ****, caught you slidin' down the door
Cryin' like he Big Mama, pussy, put it on the floor
Pull your skirt up, lil' ****, you's a ho' (You's a ho')
Pull your skirt up, lil' ****, you's a bitch (Oh, you's a bitch)
She want him back, gave him to her, now she sick (Aha)
And we ain't fuckin' on these ****, we gettin' rich (We want a bag)
[Chorus]
Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (He's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (No way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (Nasty boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (Haha, gay)
[Verse 2]
Steady postin' money, but he need twenty on the App (Just to ball)
Never fuckin' with a **** who gon' go and run his mouth (No way)
These **** broke, no need to joke, better not catch you tryna laugh (Brokie)
His wallet fat, but tryna fuck, these **** sad, and that's no cap (I'm talkin' 'bout ugh)
[Chorus]
Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (He's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (No way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (Nasty boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (Haha, gay)
[Verse 3]
Big P to a scram, I'm the biggest (I'm the biggest)
And I ain't fuckin' with no shrimp, I want the biggest (I want the biggest)
I love a **** I can call when I'm litty (When I'm litty)
Black truck, I'm with your dude, we in the city
We on the West, lil' ho', where you at? (Ho', where you at?)
Ho', beat them feet, we on the way, we in the Scat (Skrrt)
And we ain't beefin' 'bout no ****, we want them racks (We want the paper)
Hide your man or we gon' fuck him on his deck (I'm talkin' 'bout raw)
[Chorus]
Pants tight, drop down, he's a goner (He's a goner)
Fake rich on the 'Gram, we don't want him (No way)
A lil' bro to the gang, store runner (Nasty boy)
And butt buddies with your brother, what a bummer (Haha, gay)
[Outro]
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop
Written by: Jada Amaurie Smith, Maurice Jordan, Moses Jackson