Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Mixing Engineer
S.Dot
S.Dot
Producer

Lyrics

I know that you gon' love me Independent, she don't need no one for nothing Birkin bag and your swag on one hundred Come here, dance, dance, baby, huh, I want it Turn your one's to one hundreds I can be your only fan if you want me But don't you be embarrassed, I won't judge you You in your bag, I understand, girl, look I'm the new Michael, smokin' on purple Niggas don't like us, but they hoe like us That's a fact, huh, black on black 'burbans Make a bitch perfect, titties sit perfect Birkin bag crazy, in your bag, baby It's a whole lotta gangster niggas in my circle Louis V turtlenеck, I wish I can call Virgil I'm always covered in water likе I be sea-surfin' My chain a hunnid and something Close your ears if they reach reach for it Catch a stain, you can't clean with a detergent Now I'm up in the mountains, baby, no service And I'm anemic, baby, my heart is too cold for this When she said that she never made love I told her I'm a thug Look, I don't really give a fuck I know your ass fat, she know what's up Needed someone to connect with and I told her "I'm the plug" So baby, can you teach me how to love you? Independent, she don't need no one for nothing Birkin bag and your swag on one hundred Come here, dance, dance, baby, huh, I want it Turn your one's to one hundreds I can be your only fan if you want me But don't you be embarrassed, I won't judge you You in your bag, I understand, girl, look I know that you gon' love me Independent, she don't need no one for nothing Birkin bag and your swag on one hundred Come here, dance, dance, baby, huh, I want it Turn your one's to one hundreds I can be your only fan if you want me But don't you be embarrassed, I won't judge you You in your bag, I understand, girl And when she said that she never made love, I just fell back It's not you, it's me, I said "I'll call back" Should've been way more transparent, but I don't feel bad Seen you in your panties, you was bad Always makin' shows like Amanda but you're not all that Wait, stretch, rubbin' on your head and shoulders Put you in that right condition if you want that Swerve, swervin' Baby, I'm on my way to you My curtains closed, those Maybach days with you You're just like me, we both got trust issues Used to always attend to you, now I'm a dub to you Unless you look like a bank to me, I cannot chase you Wanna see me on the weekend but I'm not able Already went half on a baby twice, had two seeds with you You're the female version of me, you got some me in you I know that you gon' love me Independent, she don't need no one for nothing Birkin bag and your swag crazy I can't be mad if you dance for that cash, baby Turning dollar bills into hundreds I can be your only fan if you want me But don't you be embarrassed, I won't ever judge you You in your bag, I understand, girl, I love you forever When she said that she never made love She never did Guess she was bad to me, she was
Writer(s): Artist Julius Dubose, Shaun Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out