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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
sosocamo
sosocamo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Sanders
Cameron Sanders
Songwriter
grayto
grayto
Arranger
beatsinner
beatsinner
Arranger

Lyrics

Been a while, yeah, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Walk into the mall, I'm going spendin' (whoo)
Money got a weight like I put rocks in it
Do my lil' dance when I be all up in it
Why the fuck you act like you tryna be independent?
They stuck all on my phone, they be mad I'm winnin'
Stars on the roof in the Wraith, in the backway, sinnin'
She want a new bed, nails done, and her belly
Take her back to the room, shawty
Show me what you gon' do about it
Tell me, shawty, won't tell nobody
Late night, touchin' all on my body
I stack up, uh, blue faces
Send addy, uh, location
Blowin' dope, yeah, rotation
Can't even wake up, a **** too faded (ooh)
She want the red bottoms, Bottegas
We gon' blow that loud, fuck the neighbors
My **** big country, they real rangers
I tote the Scott on me, got me throwin' money
Pull up on the guys with a 3.5 and that grabber
**** fucked up 'bout a ho, let it go, it don't matter
It's really funny when **** won't even try to be no savages
Everything you want, you did it, I done had it
Listen up, rule number 1, ****, don't panic
Rule number 2, ain't no number 2
Didn't even know what to do
Layin' up off of that drank, **** might just hit the floor
Ooh (take her back to the-)
Ooh (take her back to the-)
Ooh, oh, whoa
Take her back to the room, shawty
Show me what you gon' do about it
Tell me, shawty, won't tell nobody
Late night, touchin' all on my body
Take her back to the room, shawty
Show me what you gon' do about it
Tell me, shawty, won't tell nobody
Late night, touchin' all on my body
I stack up, uh, blue faces
Send addy, uh, location
Blowin' dope, yeah, rotation
Can't even wake up, a **** too faded
She want the red bottoms, Bottegas
We gon' blow that loud, fuck the neighbors
My **** big country, they real rangers
I tote the Scott on me, got me throwin' paper
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Oh, oh, whoa (ooh)
Written by: Cameron Sanders
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