Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
Webbie
Webbie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abby Samir Urbina
Abby Samir Urbina
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Abby Samir Urbina
Abby Samir Urbina
Producer
Mel
Mel
Executive Producer
Glen Schick
Glen Schick
Mastering Engineer
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer
DJ Rino
DJ Rino
Mixing Engineer
Turk
Turk
Executive Producer

Lyrics

do you aye girl boosie badazz i got that liquor in my system sumbodie gone be my victim got me a turn up shawty man this gurl know how to party VIP turned up with the models drinks free so we turn up the bottles Trade free so we turn up the mo rubbin on ha body twerk it Licking out her tongue like she thirsty Hands in the air when her song on love dancing in the mirror with a thong on Know that she want and she gone get it Know that I want and I go hit it Look in her eyes and say come get it Try to the side I gotta come 0wit it Real cute face, nice tidies, uncut Shownty I can't wait no more See on that level And tonight she gonna do the most She on that level so I tell her do you, get your money do you? Turn up, do you? Turn up, do you? Get your paper, do you? Got have that cake you gotta earn that cake To burn that cake you gotta earn that cake Or you make then silks and sake the hips Or you make then zips you gotta make them [?] So you know how to get it, close your eyes and see the tidy Told you I just have a tidy, bust it on and make a [?] I might get a cash role if you saw that ass hoer I might get a cash role if you saw that ass hoer If you really throw homiest then you really get money If you really throw homiest then you really get money If you really throw homiest then you really get money She you a full everybody throw teas in that bitch I slam, I'm pissed, I roll that bitch I'm drinking, I'm driving, will celebrate the will I'm smoking, I'm posted on that town get pimp And I just did make with some haters been on [?] been in my eyes I ain't worry 'bout nothing, but they may motherfuckin' lie Shownty I can't wait no more See on that level And tonight she gonna do the most She on that level so I tell her do you, get your money do you? Turn up, do you? Turn up, do you? Get your paper, do you? Do you? do you? do you? do you? So roll that body Do you? Come pop this maley Do you and I'm a do me baby Just came home please drive me crazy I need a freak how gonna give it to me all day Let her have me and suck it in the hale way We both run so it's time to play Ass up, face down, she ain't try to win Got hornies up, ready to clip Time clicking baby girl, you are ready or not? She a freak n the sheets but her geek is cool No playin', no games when she eat the dude Pretty face, small waist she a main attraction Talk that talk plus her walk is nasty She ready all time, she ain't faking a fuck And I respect her mind cause I know what she want Shownty I can't wait no more See on that level And tonight she gonna do the most She on that level so I tell her do you, get your money do you? Turn up, do you? Turn up, do you? Get your paper, do you? Do you? do you? do you? do you?
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Maurice Jordan, Abby Samir Urbina, Marcus Roach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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