Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Danny Hurley
Danny Hurley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin "Black Pearl" McCloskey
Kevin "Black Pearl" McCloskey
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Elton Chueng
Elton Chueng
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Huh? (We got London on da Track), okay Look (I'm in London got my beat from London) You know I ain't never had shit (okay) Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh) I'm a buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch Tell the valet park my shit at the Front, I'ma hit the gas bitch (let's go) I just did five shows, three days, came out with the bag, bitch (bag) Pockets swole, 45K and a four-five, so I sag, bitch If a fat bitch know how to get some Money, I'll fuck a fat bitch (uh-huh, uh-huh) Gotta show coming up in London and got London on da Track, bitch (yuh) I give a fan a high five in the Airport, she did a backflip (oh my God, ahh) I just went Platinum and I'm coming back like Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go Man, fuck Baby That little nigga in the (salt) She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear (okay) A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire But I don't knock your hustle Get it out the mud, I been there (uh-huh) Man, I'm so tired of a nigga talking 'bout who Broke like we ain't all came up from the bottom We came up, I give 'em hope And way before a nigga signed I made a rhyme, I was providing for my side No, I had them low, and they had them high You shop with me, you ain't gotta lie Now a nigga legit, huh Fifty thousand just to walk through and do my one-two on yo bitch, huh And bougie hoes They wanna fuck with me, now I got 'em all on my dick now Like Lil Baby, four pockets all full of money, can't fit now Man, I pull up, niggas howlin' Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go You know I ain't never had shit, okay Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch
Writer(s): London Tyler Holmes, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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