Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Tyler
Luh Tyler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Nichols
Christopher Nichols
Songwriter
Tyler Meeks
Tyler Meeks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ely Lejuste
Ely Lejuste
Mixing Engineer
Just Call Me Chris
Just Call Me Chris
Producer
Zachary Mighty
Zachary Mighty
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

They like "Damn boy you got your own flow, you on some different shit" This hoe getting on my nerves I need a different bitch I don't wear designer, I be stepping in some simple shit Oh yeah, I'm finna pop my shit like a pimple bitch Tell me how you hating on a nigga you don't even know Hoes be outchea really cap, call him Pinocchio I would never switch up on bro, I'm sticking to the code Niggas hating on my motion, this shit getting old At my first show I might have your bitch front row White bitch look like Elsa, had to let her go I'm really snapping in this rap, just had to let you know A nigga high but sometimes I be feeling low I'm tryna run that money up, I need my hunnids all in rows I'm in Tallahassee nigga with the Seminole's Got a nigga snapping back to back, I'm really in that mode Jump inside that Trackhawk and I'ma whip it like some dough Jump inside that Trackhawk, yeah, you can hear the motor I've been kissing Mary Jane you can smell the odor Yeah, I'm steady getting wiser as I'm getting older I need to go and grab a coat my heart been getting colder I'm John Cena in this rap, no, you ain't seeing me This a bad white bitch, she come from Tennessee I ain't fucking with that jit, he ain't no friend of me Luh Tyler slapping on the beat you feel the energy Damn that nigga raw as fuck, I'm already knowing I was talking to Lennar he told me keep going I just jump up on the beat and I just keep flowing I've been running up a check, the money steady growing I've been running up a check, I want my money tall I'ma put my nigga on so now we all ball On all tens, standing tall, I can never fall A nigga feel like John Wall, I just wanna ball I be on the paper race getting to the cake If you ain't on a money chase then we can't relate A nigga feel like frosted flakes, I've been feeling great You won't catch me in the mix, a nigga out the way You can tell a nigga booted, look into my eyes I be kissing Mary Jane right now we in the sky Feeling like that guy Kick that bitch straight out the spot, tell that hoe goodbye I get dumb on the beat but I be moving wise You can't see me in this rap, it ain't no need to try
Writer(s): Christin Nichols, Tyler Meeks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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