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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Anderson .Paak
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Latto
Latto
Vocals
Maurice Brown
Maurice Brown
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maurice Brown
Maurice Brown
Songwriter
Johnny Reid McKinzie Jr.
Johnny Reid McKinzie Jr.
Songwriter
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Songwriter
Adam Duggins
Adam Duggins
Songwriter
Marlon Hassanalli
Marlon Hassanalli
Songwriter
Maurice Marshall
Maurice Marshall
Songwriter
Katrina Taylor
Katrina Taylor
Songwriter
Lasana Smith
Lasana Smith
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anderson .Paak
Anderson .Paak
Producer
Arnulfo “Arnie” Reyes III
Recording Engineer
Bert John Gervis
Bert John Gervis
Recording Engineer
Kaj Falch-Nielsen
Kaj Falch-Nielsen
Recording Engineer
Ben Hogarth
Ben Hogarth
Recording Engineer
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Devin Ragsdale
Devin Ragsdale
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
GYLTTRYP
GYLTTRYP
Producer
Jhair Lazo
Jhair Lazo
Recording Engineer
Julio Ulloa
Julio Ulloa
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Mami, mami Ay dios mío, mami Yeah Ay dios mío (Mustard on the beat, ho) Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh) Update, time to V8 the motor (motor) Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope) Update, I ain't never told no one (hey) No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do) No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move) Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar) I can see you niggas startin' over Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord) I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- Six trey, rag top with the candy paint In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae Niggas actin' animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set) Send a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet) Put a pole dancer in a Mercedes She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out of pocket Yep, yeah, you don't want that It's givin' what it's givin', no kizzy I ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch Swinging 1942 with a baseball bat (rock) I send 'em home runnin' The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothin' (I don't know none) Niggas talkin' heavy, this a feather on my wing VVS diamond, Eastside Johnny, I'm him (I mean) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast) I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- (Latto) Sittin' behind five percent tint (yeah) Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be calling me, "Sis'" (what?) First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent Big Latto, not the little one (yeah) Bitches want a come up, ain't gon' give 'em one (yeah) Pull up in the, "Skrrt," then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh) A bigger one, expensive one, the Lamby or somethin' Put a switch on that ass like a granny or somethin' Niggas gettin' knocked out, signed to RCA, but I be feelin' like a Top Dawg Probably gettin' topped off somewhere with the top off Never did the talkin', always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa) Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat) Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh) This a hell of a cat, no scat (skrrt) I look like a Barbie, act just like a Brat Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast) I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- Pakaveli, Pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven Came back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me Baby, I'm a whole problem Put a lot of people on Gotta keep a, keep a round Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up I was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin' A birdie on my shoulder told me, "Slow up It's about patience" Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga) That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God) Pour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go) Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh) Update, time to V8 the motor (motor) Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope) Update, I ain't never told no one (hey) No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do) No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move) Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar) I can see you niggas startin' over Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast) Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash) Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast) I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-
Writer(s): Johnny Reed Mckinzie Jr., Brandon Paak Anderson, Shahrukh Khan, Maurice Brown, Katrina Taylor, Dijon Mcfarlane, Alyssa Michelle Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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