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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Rap
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Rap
Cassidy Jordan Cann
Cassidy Jordan Cann
Spoken Word
Starr Dawkins
Starr Dawkins
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sam Valentine
Sam Valentine
Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's summer, bitches, get your lace fronts now, hoes 'Cause if you don't got a wig you ain't doing it (I hate you) Next year is you natural bitches time Uh, come back next year, baby (ah) 2022, get you a wig in your hair What the fuck, bitch? Okay (ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) My bitch got a wig in her hair (uh) But she still a ten (yeah) It's enough room for her to sleep up in there But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (let's go) If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no) Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal (yeah) Yeah, you pro'ly young and turnt, make the hoes go crazy Don't focus on the long run, baby Fuck on them hoes, make sure they turnt at your show (yeah) Go get your cake, make sure you turn up some more Soon as you see them fuck niggas hate Pull out your fire, rather you leave out dead or alive (la-la, la) You ain't let niggas play with your name (la-la, la) I was out here sellin' big pounds out the trash bag Ten at a time, you was playin' the game Fuck on that hoe, she was sayin' my name Takin' lil' selfies, keep wearin' my chain (la-la, la) Jumped in my Rolls and gave me some brain Told him she messed up her hair in the rain He like to trick on her, spend a lil' change He think he slicker than her 'cause he lame Yeah, he think he slicker than her, he a dub One thing about a bad bitch, if you ever had one, nigga, they slicker than us (yeah) You ain't never gotta lie to me, baby, I ain't trippin', speakin' of trip, try your luck She might come on a plane, she try me like a lame, she gon' get on a bus (wow) My bitch got a wig in her hair (yeah) But she still a ten (ten) It's enough room for her to sleep up in there But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (too turnt to sleep in a Benz) If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no) Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal (yeah) My bitch got a wig in her hair My bitch got a wig, yeah (wig, wig) Yeah, uh, my bitch still a ten with that (wig, wig) Shakin' her ass with her friends (wig, wig) My bitch still a ten with that shit (wig, wig) Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, with that (wig, wig, wig, wig) Shakin' her ass with them friends (wig, wig, wig, wig) (Go) ooh, I wish I would spend my hard-earned money on a bitch plane ticket and she don't wanna fuck (what?) I ain't know nice-ass nigga, I ain't tryna ugh-ugh, I'ma get you a Uber, no truck Told her, "This ain't my house anyway, just a lil' feel safe" case a hoe try to pull back up (sike) Put another bitch on the first thing, smokin' (flight) Know a nigga had to keep some on tuck (fight) Might pull out, nut on her booty, then go back in I been that nigga since way back then Pull up today, it's a Maybach Benz Switch on the glizzy, I'm never lackin' Show full of Mexicans, too packed in Comin' through Memphis, you better tap in (facts) My bitch is a ten with or without a weave, what about yours, nigga? (Huh?) She got more cars and chains than rappers That's what you get when you fuck with a hitta My hand been itchin', I'm flyin' to Vegas Might duck off and spend a weekend at the villa Face card valid from AM to PM Money to blow, got a eight-figure pillow My bitch got a wig in her hair (bad) But she still a ten (ten) It's enough room for her to sleep up in there But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (too turnt to sleep in a Benz) If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no) Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real Better keep you some money, don't blow your lil' deal (yeah) My bitch got a wig in her hair My bitch got a wig, yeah (wig, wig) Yeah, uh, my bitch still a ten with that (wig, wig) Shakin' her ass with her friends (wig, wig) My bitch still a ten with that shit (wig, wig) Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, with that (wig, wig, wig, wig) Shakin' her ass with them friends (wig, wig, wig, wig)
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jacob Canady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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