Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Anh-tuan Antoine Tran
Songwriter
Chi Nhan Trieu
Chi Nhan Trieu
Songwriter
Lars Engelbarts
Lars Engelbarts
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Quavo
Mixing Engineer
Atake
Atake
Producer
Sluzyyy
Sluzyyy
Producer
Larzz
Larzz
Producer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Sluzyyy chasin' the bag) (I love you, Atake) No, I'm not alone 'cause I came with the fire I'm still gon' put it on and my bitch match my vibe (Woo) The way the load drop, she might think it's out the sky (Drop) I'm standin' on business and she standin' on mine (Su, su) This lil' bitch right here so bad to the bone (She bad) I can't wait to get her ass to come home (Come home) Wake up, both of us gotta get bags in the morn' (Wake up) Sneak and link, no, we can't answer the phone (Link up) Peep out the window, think somebody lookin' We hot like some shit that came out of an oven (Shh) Innocent bitch that amounted to nothin' I take a bitch then I turn it to somethin' (Woo, woo) I must be a plug, like a nigga, I front it Lil' bitch, she bad, she workin' at Onyx (Work) I gave her a sack full of money She brought that shit back and it came with something (Double) Back to back, demons runnin' The lil' bitty 392, it ain't nothin' (Vroom) She fuck with a boss, she upgraded from her last nigga Said he wasn't nothin' (Damn) Her nigga ain't seen no money Fresh out the trap, we steppin' and gunnin' Meet me at Toka, meet me at Boar Nigga want smoke or beef, we comin' (Go) Look at these big boy toys, they gorgeous All these gorgeous girls want it I be ignorin' 'em, they be ignorin' me, I be ignorin' 'em It's like we fuckin' Fuck your mans, no, she can't answer the phone (Brr) She outside, she gettin' that bag on her own (She gone, su) No, I'm not alone 'cause I came with the fire I'm still gon' put it on and my bitch match my vibe (Woo) The way the load drop, she might think it's out the sky (Drop) I'm standin' on business and she standin' on mine (Su, su) This lil' bitch right here so bad to the bone (She bad) I can't wait to get her ass to come home (Come home) Wake up, both of us gotta get bags in the morn' (Wake up) Sneak and link, no, we can't answer the phone (Link up) Custom beads, how much bread? Cash overload Wherever we stop, we just hurry and cop I be spendin' that shit on a coat (On a coat) Aim for the throat (Yeah) Shorty bad to the bone, plan on drainin' me slow and I know (And I know) She know she can't get a young nigga from out of the door That one, I ain't workin' no more She look Vietnamese, Chinese Bitch stay with some Benz keys (Woah) You been okay, you got me But still, nah, don't you try me I'm ruthless and like breakin' all the rules and shorty bad like that Fatigue attack, but know that I'm a mack, bitch, I'm a Cadillac (Cadillac) Left a money trail, she on her own She flash, I block her from my phone Slime her out, she say I'm wrong Cutthroat all way to my bone Baddie gon' lead me astray, put an AP on top both our arms Bitch bad, I'm all inside her home, I'm strapped up, I ain't alone My image, she feel it, fuck with her, she want it, I get it I'm takin' her out of the city Got' ball up in it, make sure that her fingers be glistenin' Them diamonds, I'm floodin' her with it Whenever I hit it, she love it, she love me She tell me, "YoungBoy, you know you the sickest" Fuckin' on dat to the side, I did it I cum and I call that leavin' my riches I'm standin' on business, uh No, I'm not alone 'cause I came with the fire I'm still gon' put it on and my bitch match my vibe (Woo) The way the load drop, she might think it's out the sky (Drop) I'm standin' on business and she standin' on mine (Su, su) This lil' bitch right here so bad to the bone (She bad) I can't wait to get her ass to come home (Come home) Wake up, both of us gotta get bags in the morn' (Wake up) Sneak and link, no, we can't answer the phone (Link up) Freaky, sneaky, all these bitches tryna get hit Make a ho wet lookin' at diamonds on my neck and on my wrist Niggas ain't bullshittin' Walked through the club with a F&N in this bitch Treat it like Ray J (How?) She wanna talk to the kid, make one wish I'ma get fried rice Shrooms and syrup, I'm tryna get high tonight Servin' them pies, white Diamonds start dancin' as soon as they hittin' the light Jesus piece, Christ (Christ) With your geek light (Geek) Do you like Miley Cyrus? (Miley) Or you like Virgil White? (White) I'm in my zone, I'm bad to the bone I won't make it home tonight (No) I made the check my wife (Check) And she gon' get me right (Right) I'm havin' the urge to purge and splurge It's scary like poltergeist (Scary) Told that bitch to tell her nigga we ain't nothin' alike (Bitch) I done been jumpin' off porches, ain't talkin' Adidas I earned my stripes (Earned 'em) Fuck with the gang and ride with the family Whether they wrong or right (Family) You want a cash transaction? No, we can't Visa swipe (Swipe) Can't put my trust in security, I keep my pipe to protect my life I know my rights (Brrt) No, I'm not alone 'cause I came with the fire I'm still gon' put it on and my bitch match my vibe (Woo) The way the load drop, she might think it's out the sky (Drop) I'm standin' on business and she standin' on mine (Su, su) This lil' bitch right here so bad to the bone (She bad) I can't wait to get her ass to come home (Come home) Wake up, both of us gotta get bags in the morn' (Wake up) Sneak and link, no, we can't answer the phone (Link up)
Writer(s): Lawrence Michael Principato, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kentrell Gaulden, Aivi Tran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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