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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mastering Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My pockets fat, this purp I rock, is RAF, aye
She want my bag, this bitch spendin' time and a half, aye
She in my pad, my crib she find a lash, aye
Feel like this cash, money blue all the time, it's sad, aye
Like where you at? New bitch want a boardin' pass, aye
She bring her friend but her friend don't wanna go back, aye (Um yeah)
Shit, I don't even know her like that
Shit, I don't even know her like that
Shit, I don't even know her like that, aye (Uh)
Say she love me, I can't love you, baby
Yeah, on my momma, these hoes, I can't save 'em
Yeah, the whole world know how I feel about
Yeah, all these digits and I can't replace 'em (Uh-huh)
I'll pop his ass, that bitch make a option (Uh-huh)
Binoculars, they see how far I've gotten (Uh-huh)
The drop on her ass, this bitch already plottin' (Uh-huh)
Ain't gotta trust 'cause I know God got me
[Chorus]
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
The money come fast (Uh)
The bitches do too (Yeah)
I thumb through her pussy (Yeah)
I thumb through the loot (Yeah)
She rollin' in Grabba (Uh)
She makin' it shoot
I laugh every time this bitch comin' through
I'm lettin' her down gently, I'm still feelin' you (Yeah)
Even when I'm in her, I'm thinkin' 'bout you (Yeah)
All this time been feelin' you
Let's talk about our feelings soon
I don't really care about that bitch (Yeah)
'Cause all my **** shoot, yeah, I miss protectin' you
My hand caressin' you, put it down like I'm blessin' too (Yeah)
I know you paid her to move, damn, I'm missin' our schedule (Yeah)
Talkin' about all our dreams and shit, I'm still believin' in you (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
Drivin' with me on the phone (Uh)
Bitch, come home (Uh)
You already know what I want (Uh, uh)
Just come home (Uh)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright, it's alright
Man, we gon' be alright
Yeah, vibe
Yeah, vibe
Eventually it's gon' be alright, in the night, alright
Eventually it's gon' be alright
Don't need these bitches in my life
Two wrongs, they don't make a right
Alright, alright, right
Don't need these bitches in my life
It's alright, it's alright, right
Two wrongs, they don't make a right
Written by: Timothy Jordan Jenks
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