Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BunnaB
Vocals
YKNIECE
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ereunna Mccoy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TheRechordz
Producer
Jupyter
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, YK
Yeah, Bunna, talk to these mothafuckin' people
What the fuck goin' on?
They been asking for this shit, we gotta give it to 'em
They've been waitin' on this shit, let's ride, Big Bunna!
[Chorus]
I'm talmbout innit
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it
He claimed he smacked this shit, no, he didn't (No, you didn't)
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck?)
Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image?
Can't let him hit it 'cause he tryna tell the business
Won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit 'cause he tryna tell the business
Won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)
[Verse 1]
They know this pussy like a faucet (I'm talmbout faucet)
I throw this wham all on his body (Ooh)
He eat this shit, I'm talmbout sloppy (I'm talmbout sloppy)
This **** beggin' me to stop it (Why he beg?)
I like to ride it, I'm talmbout rodeo (Ride, I'm talmbout)
That's my shit, and I'm his ho (Huh)
He mine, I'm his, he nutted, couldn't last in it
It's wet, got grip, feel good, come slide in
[PreChorus]
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle
Nut in it, boy, you know this pussy fertile (This shit so fertile)
[Chorus]
I'm talmbout innit
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it
He claimed he smacked this shit, no he didn't (No, you didn't)
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck?)
Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image?
Can't let him hit it 'cause he tryna tell the business
Won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit 'cause he tryna tell the business
Won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)
[Verse 2]
He say I'm pretty, if you love me, better die for this pity
Itty bitty titty committee, ain't got chest, but throwin' ass in the city
Big booty, peanut butter thicky, chocolate like a candy bar and this shit so sticky (I'm talmbout sticky)
He like it, and he want to wipe it, how many times I gotta say it's like a faucet? (I'm talmbout water)
[PreChorus]
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle
Nut in it, boy, you know this pussy fertile (This shit so fertile)
[Chorus]
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it
He claimed he smacked this shit, no he didn't (No, he didn't)
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck?)
Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image?
Can't let him hit it 'cause he tryna tell the business
Won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit 'cause he tryna tell the business
Won't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Written by: Antoine Edwards, Ayatuallah Ru Muhammad, Christopher J. Lee, Elon Deandre Brown, Ereunna Mccoy, Shanice Cameron