Top Songs By Plies
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Plies
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M Pratt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Zaytoven
Producer
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
[Verse 2]
Jus' brought a drop top, feel like I'm in L.A.
Everybody watchin' me, feel like I'm da movie
Homie got his first block, took it from an ol' yay
Judge asked me who da shooter, told him, no comprende
Few dudes kinda whack, certain names can't say
Streets won't hire him, him have no resume
I am not industry, certain games don't play
Met her at da Cheesecake, ran through her same day
We know he sweet, we call him Kool-Aide
I buy Maybach, I don't buy Dolces
Half a mili to da side, savin' it for da court case
I am fuckin' awesome, that's what da streets say
[Verse 3]
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
[Verse 4]
I am fish grease
What dat mean?
I'm really hot
No M's no plaques
What dat mean?
He really not
Tight jeans, tight shirts
What dat mean?
He really pop
Ten stacks each pocket
What dat mean?
Real guap
Three Becky's, one me
What dat mean?
A lot of top
AR, hunnid rounds
What dat mean?
A lot of shots
No cred, no stripes
What dat mean?
Alot of talk
AM worth of jewels on
Still won't cool off
I feel bad for him, him he fall off
She said we did it twice, I don't remember her
My son told his teacher I got a rich pa
I asked him why, he said dat
He said, I didn't lie, pa
[Verse 5]
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
[Verse 6]
Tell da truth, don't lie
Who da fuckin' man now?
When I shoot I don't miss
So dat mean no rebound
She said when you beat her
She makes no sound
She get on my nerves
I maker her bite a towel
If you got a buzz
Means you ain't sold shit clown
He didn't wanna pay me
So I told him to move rounds
If you don't wanna talk numbers
Catch me when I cool down
I am fuckin' awesome, I like how dat sound
[Verse 7]
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
I'm on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girls staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her what da problem
She said you're fuckin' awesome
Written by: Plies