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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
Terry Wallace Sanchez, Jr.
Terry Wallace Sanchez, Jr.
Songwriter
Rakim Allen
Rakim Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer

Lyrics

Fast whips, foreign cars With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips, foreign cars With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars Fast whips Bad bitch Ridin' 'round the city smokin' on that gas, bitch On the way to Rodeo, she into fashion She the type to go fuck up a bag quick Flex on 'em, fuck up a check on 'em Ice on my neck on 'em Ice on my neck on 'em Ice on my wrist, bitch I got 'em sick, bitch Young nigga lit, bitch Young nigga rich, bitch New whip alert, new bitch alert New drip alert, I got they feelings hurt All in my pockets, yeah, they got the blues All of my bitches, they come home in twos Don't come too close, you not takin' my jewels Try me, I swear, you makin' the news, yeah, yeah Fast whips, foreign cars With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips, foreign cars With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars Walk in the mall, I got cash Don't even ask for the price She so excited to fuck She gon' remember this for the rest of her life If you wanna fuck me, bitch, you gotta go through the guys Look at the flick of the wrist, I payed a hundred for mines If it cross yo mind to take my chain, you don't give a fuck about life Met her today, I'm fuckin' tonight and that's how I'm endin' my night This AP'll light up yo' life, this Draco'll light up the night You owe me money? Pull up with mine, You know I ain't tellin' you twice 'Cause that choppa like yo' ex, bitch, it ain't gon' miss you, nigga And God really with you if I missed you, nigga Switchin' lanes in that Tiger, that's a Bently, nigga I fuck with Rock the long way, Detroit to Philly, nigga Fast whips, foreign cars With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips, foreign cars With a bad bitch, she fuck me like a porn star We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
Writer(s): Rakim Hasheem Allen, Edgar Ferrera, Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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