Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Flamey
Flamey
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
Andrea Principiano
Andrea Principiano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer
Flamey
Flamey
Producer

Lyrics

F-F-F-Flamin' Bitch Bitches out here tryna come up on a nigga, you heard me? You not 'bout to ball off me so you can go and Press another nigga, you bitch ass, pussy ass hoe Right game, wrong nigga I want a bag, you want my bag So we chasing the same thing I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby This ain't the same thing You wanna stand on side a nigga You knowing my name ring All these diamonds blind a nigga My watch and my chain bling You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga You knowing my name ring I want a bag, you want my bag So we chasing the same thing You just gon' stand on side a nigga All my diamonds blindin' niggas And if I look in your direction I'm just looking, you not special I got partners who got pressure We just fucked your hoe together Drop the numbers on the brick I brought the load in with no effort I just flew to Mexi', Cali I won't be home in a month You know your friend, she call me zaddy I can tell she wanna fuck All that hating shit won't stop me You know I do what I want She want Baby, she want Brasi She don't know which one she want I want a bag, you want my bag So we chasing the same thing I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby This ain't the same thing You wanna stand on side a nigga You knowing my name ring All these diamonds blind a nigga My watch and my chain bling You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga You knowing my name ring I want a bag, you want my bag So we chasing the same thing Ho, ho, you know I'm pressure when I step out Somebody take a picture to the jail I'm 'bout to mail out Upright, independent feelings I don't care 'bout what you care 'bout Gotta focus on my children When I can, I try to help out Some people feeling left out I'm grinding all last year If you know me then you know 'Bout my year before that year I was locked behind the fence Being discriminated against Now I got entertainment Women wanna be intimate with the kid Wanna be intimate with the kid I been workin' out on my heart I'm trying diligently to forget Then remember what you did It's been difficult for to forgive Finally, I understand it We come from two different planets Keeping it platinum so demanding I want a bag, you want my bag So we chasing the same thing I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby This ain't the same thing You wanna stand on side a nigga You knowing my name ring All these diamonds blind a nigga My watch and my chain bling You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga You knowing my name ring I want a bag, you want my bag So we chasing the same thing
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Andrea Principiano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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