Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Performer
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Joseph Junior Adenuga
Songwriter
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Songwriter
Kelvin J N Magnusen
Kelvin J N Magnusen
Songwriter
Djavan Santos
Djavan Santos
Songwriter
Henry Laufer
Henry Laufer
Songwriter
Bohannon
Bohannon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lord Flacko
Lord Flacko
Producer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Skepta
Skepta
Producer
Kelvin Krash
Kelvin Krash
Producer
D33J
D33J
Additional Producer
Shlohmo
Shlohmo
Producer
Franky Kastle
Franky Kastle
Assistant Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes Let me find out that you phony too Yeah, fake homies do turn to fake- Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch) Yeah, they don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' (that's my bitch) Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what? Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' (yeah, yeah) Fuck they talk 'bout? (That's my bitch) 'Cause they don't know nothin' Time to call it what it was, first I thought it wasn't nothin' Probably think I wanna hit and run, bad girls wanna have fun I don't want no Goody Two-Shoes, no nun I ain't no priest, I ain't gon' preach I didn't want no goodie-goodie, but she still praise Jesus I share my clothes with my bitch like she my sis I don't beat my bitch, I need my bitch She clean my crib, she feed my friends She keep my secret, she keep my fridge packed, my freezer lit That's how deep I get, negative degrees What's the type of bitch I need? Roll my-, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch (that's my bitch) Hold my-, hold my, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch) Yeah, they don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch) They don't know-, they don't know Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what? Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' (yeah, yeah) Fuck they talk 'bout? (That's my bitch) 'Cause they don't know nothin' She got bank accounts too With big amounts, shit you couldn't count Just pick the number that you couldn't count to Like an attitude, curve a nigga when she didn't have to Around the lords like a British council With all these sticks around you We can build you a wooden castle Got a penthouse, see the Bronx Zoo Got a townhouse with the town view Got surround sound with the top down Ride through Allerton up to Soundview I was lost then, but I found you Little slim thick with a bounce too It's your tough love that I'm bound to I fuck it up, then it's round two Roll my-, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch (that's my bitch) Hold my-, hold my, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch) Yeah, they don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch) They don't know-, they don't know Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what? Fuck them hoes (that'smy bitch) They don't know nothin' (yeah, yeah) Fuck they talk 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin' I fell in love with you I fell in love with you I fell in love with you I fell in love with you Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Baby (I fell in love with you) It's been a little time since we both (I fell in love with you) Felt full since our first encounter (my first encounter) And baby (I fell in love with you) Don't let another nigga try my baby Girl, you know I'm one call away (I wish a nigga would, I'm one phone call away) It's nothin' (tsch, this shit ain't nothin', baby) And baby (I fell in love with you) My angel and my goddess, when my head get clouded (My head get cloudy, my thoughts get cloudy) You're my soulmate, my goddess (my soulmate) And baby (I fell in love with you) Took a little time in a gray place (I fell in love with you) For nothing, nothing Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch) Yeah, they don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch) They don't know nothin' (that's my, that's my) Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut (uh) Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what? Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch) they don't know nothin' Fuck they talkin' 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin' (yeah) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you) Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)
Writer(s): Hector Delgado, Henry Laufer, Rakim Mayers, Joseph Olaitan Adenuga, Djavan Luciano Santos, Hamilton Bohannon, Krash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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