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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Songwriter
Clemens Gabrysch
Clemens Gabrysch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
Clemsy
Clemsy
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Recording Engineer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) Yeah, yeah She the one Yeah, yeah She the one (oh, yeah) Yeah, look I gave my bitch a lil' AmEx and told her to lay back and bought her a Patek too I'm not comin' home, I'm gettin' to the money, bae, so don't give me no attitude (yeah) I might not be holdin' your hand, but givin' you bands, I'm nothin' like your last dude (she the one) It's Louboutin heels or Christian Dior, of course if I buy her tennis shoes Can I look you dead in your eye when we sexin'? (Sexin'), 'cause I'm really into you Yeah, you give me butterflies in my stomach (you do), like we still in middle school And you give me nervous vibes when I'm missin' you Girl, I'm a gangster and you got me kissin' you First time, it was some shit I'd never do (She the one) Bought her a Wagen, ain't into braggin' She want a bag, she know she gettin' it She know I ain't arguin', I'm talkin' 'bout regardless So all that naggin', I ain't with it I'm in the streets, I gotta get it She lookin' sexy, I gotta feel it She all on the 'Gram, I'm likin' her pictures Better unfollow all them niggas I'm in the limelight, she in the limelight, whatever Head on the turnpike, head at the red light, wherever She say it's on sight, I say it's on sight, even better I get the money, we fuck it off together Welcome to Memphis, come check out my neighborhood Come to the trap and see how we really do it (yup) First hundred thousand, first ten million We blew that shit fast, yeah, nigga, we runnin' through it Make a wish, I'll be your genie (I am) Peerin' out a Lamborghini (one) Saint Lucia, no bikini Baby, fuck me like you mean it (she the one) Baby, fuck me like you dreamin' If you wanna roleplay, I'm the wise guy (I am) I heard all good girls have fantasies of fuckin' on a bad guy (the one) Can I watch you count five million in your lingerie? Fuck a rose, this a Rolls-Royce (yeah) Every day like Valentine's Day (for real) Know my house like a getaway (yeah) Playin' with you on the interstate Hit the mall, blow a $100K Go to Paris for a dinner date Start a business, I'ma be the bank Do it all, never say you can't Bedroom, tryna make you faint Real pressure, what the fuck you think? She the one (Gangsta Grizzill) The one Yeah, nigga, she the one The one (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Writer(s): Clemens Gabrysch, Darius Henry, Mario Mims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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