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クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Connie Diiamond
Connie Diiamond
Performer
KenTheMan
KenTheMan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Constance Burns
Constance Burns
Composer
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Composer
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Composer
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Composer
Bobby Sandimanie
Bobby Sandimanie
Composer
Craig S. Lawson
Craig S. Lawson
Composer
Kentavia Miller
Kentavia Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJAaronOnDaBeat
DJAaronOnDaBeat
Producer
Jahmal "Mada" Pierre
Jahmal "Mada" Pierre
Recording Engineer
Michael Ashby
Michael Ashby
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

(Ayy yo, ayy, it's the P for me) Boom, boom, hold on Uh, ayy, boom, boom, hold on Uh I need the money, the power, respect Heard it's a party, you know I'ma flex I got it on me, can never get left One in her body, and one in her neck If you not an opp, just know that you blessed I'm dropping bodies, I put them to rest Digging your grave These bitches be minimum wage for thinking I owe them respect So you better move, bitch (move) Telling you now, I ain't one to fool with When they hit the corona, we get the ducking the Dees They airing the news clip Disturbing the peace when we get to dumping the heat They softer than cool whip Out of your league, this shit ain't nothing to me I'm scoring its two zip, now let's get it, ho (move) Bitches be broke, they needy Come to the spot, and I'm doing them greezy Can't tell me nothing, they calling me Jeezy Fuck with your life, he ain't wanna believe me Fill them with hollows, they calling me Sleepy Kodak bop it in make 'em zzz Gave 'em that twat, now the nigga won't leave me Said the pussy is water like Fiji (move) Damn it, I make it look easy I need the money like asap, drape me in VVs He wanna breed it like RiRi Niggas wishing they had me, get 'em a genie Run up on me and it won't be a repeat Word to Shawnny, I'm catching a figgy I'm sick and tired of keeping it PG Get your purse, I ain't doing no freebie (move) Move, bitch All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit) Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris) I be at the bank I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless) Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees You know how we do shit, now let it, ho' Move, bitch All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit) Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris) I be at the bank I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless) Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees (aye, look) You know how we do shit, now let it, ho' (move) Niggas is pussy, a loose one That's why I just play 'em like track one Ayy, we treat the K like a Nerf gun But when that bitch spraying, ain't no fun Big ball mommy, I'm Houston Made six figures in one month I could be spending and spending I buy me a Porsche, but no that ain't no pun They say they want smoke, but no blunt (move) Don't work in the mall, but I pack some Bitch say that she harder than who? That bitch must went up, the block for a coke run Ask your ho, I'm a dope vibe Need it all, hundreds the blue kind And I don't do drugs, I just spend his You know what I mean, I don't blow mine Fuck these hoes, I go both sides (move) I never needed a co-sign Hoes my jeans, they so tight Fuck hoes mean, it's my time Bitches ain't seen me since my first drop Couldn't miss it with closed eyes Niggas be falling for me, but I clean them And leave them dry like a clothes line Let's get it, ho (move) Move, bitch, all my niggas are toothless They eat the pussy like Mastro's Then give me they money to do shit I be at the bank, I don't do nothing for free Don't ask me to do shit When I leave the house, I keep the burner on me I hope niggas ain't stupid Let's get it, ho Move, bitch All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit) Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris) I be at the bank I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless) Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees You know how we do shit, now let it, ho' Move, bitch All of my niggas ah boom shit (all of my niggas ah boom shit) Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef We send them to Ruth's Chris (we send them to Ruth's Chris) I be at the bank I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless (the ticket is ruthless) Fuck what you think, we make it hot like degrees You know how we do shit, now let it, ho' (Oh my God) Big Diiamond, nigga, grr (Oh, Lord!)
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Paul D. Beauregard, Craig Stephen Lawson, Sean Paul Joseph, Michael L. Tyler, Jason Williams, Lola Chantrelle Mitchell, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Stephanie C. Martin, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Michael Houston, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Jr., Constance A Burns Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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