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Put a Date On It (feat. Lil Baby)

Yo Gotti

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
June James
June James
Songwriter
Ramiro Morales
Ramiro Morales
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
June James
June James
Producer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Resto
Kyle Resto
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ramy On Da Beat
Ramy On Da Beat
Co-Producer

Lyrics

June, you're a genius (yuh) Sack coming in and the money don't fold (fold) Gotta put a stamp on it (stamp on it) Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (skrrt) Gotta put the cap on it (cap on it) Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit Nigga, put a date on it (date on it) Everybody sittin' at the table round here, yeah There's a lot of plates on it Running through the money and the bitch keep callin' Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it VVS diamond drippin' over my t-shirt Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it Still had to way on it Plug fucked around and sent the wrong damn kind Nigga still had to pay for it Pack coming in on iPhone (woo) I'ma keep a 30 in my .40 (slatt) I'ma buy a Birkin for my shawty Nigga did me dirty, ran off on me (took off) Plug did me dirty, took off on me Lil hitta just folded, got soft on me I'm from the streets, you gotta pay with your life I got away with the white You just like your father and he was a rat (uh) So that means he raising a mice (yeah) I had to trap through the night (yeah) I put that pack on a flight (yeah) I shot all them pussies the same night (brrrrt) Layed in the bushes, a rainy night Won't put no hoes on a pedestal Edibles, I'm tryna fuck 'em the same night I put two hoes on the same flight Cooked up two bricks in the same pot (work) I shot four niggas, the same Glock (bop, bop, bop) Too many you niggas got the same watch Why you compete with me nigga? We are not playing with the same chick It's murder, more murder for hire And that shit been stuck on my mindset Sack coming in and the money don't fold (fold) Gotta put a stamp on it (stamp on it) Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (skrrt) Gotta put the cap on it (cap on it) Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit Nigga, put a date on it (date on it) Everybody sittin' at the table round here, yeah There's a lot of plates on it Running through the money and the bitch keep callin' Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it VVS diamond drippin' over my t-shirt Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it Still had to way on it Plug fucked around and sent the wrong damn kind Nigga still had to pay for it Hundred dollars off a iPhone I ain't talking show money Plug keep calling, we gon' take his ass down (hold up) That'll be some more money Labels talking contracts, I ain't signing shit (nope) Tell 'em that I know money I used to shop with a bitch, she got 'em low She kept it realer than niggas But she get a number better than these bookies I'm gettin' I swear that I'm floodin' the city A rap nigga better not diss me 'cause I'm round them hittas Everywhere I go, they with me Pack coming in on a back street 12 ride by, man he still keep workin' Get 50 thousand dollars for a show Knowing goddamn well niggas still ain't workin' I been told these folks I quit Knowing goddamn well niggas still sippin' syrup Got the trap goin' crazy like the first or the third Got a lot of cash money, I could still get birds Get away with my chain, he gon' still get murked Had a FN on me when I did this verse If she suck good dick, she gon' leave with a purse I was really in the streets, you can do your research Sack coming in and the money don't fold (fold) Gotta put a stamp on it (stamp on it) Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (skrrt) Gotta put the cap on it (cap on it) Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit Nigga, put a date on it (date on it) Everybody sittin' at the table round here, yeah There's a lot of plates on it Running through the money and the bitch keep callin' Hold up, she gon' have to wait on it VVS diamond drippin' over my t-shirt Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it Still had to way on it Plug fucked around and sent the wrong damn kind Nigga still had to pay for it
Writer(s): Mario Mims, June James, Dominique Jones, Ramiro Morales Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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