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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heavy Steppers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kymon anderson
Composer
Hakeem Campbell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyleechi
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lito Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
These ain't no old hundreds, bitch, these new
Yeah, they blue
And I ain't steppin' in no club without my crew
What, think I'm a fool?
All my niggas violent, they some loose (screw, screw)
Everybody 'round me up a deuce (deuce, deuce), look, baby
Your boyfriend been broke, that ain't nothin' new (that ain't nothin' new)
He don't know about Gucci, Givenchy, that Prada, that Fendi, that Louis (nah)
He don't know about spend a few racks and then make it right back in the morning (uh-uh, uh-uh)
And he remind me of Sebastian, 'cause that nigga corny (corny)
I ain't never popped a Perky, how 'bout you? (Oh, shawty)
Let's get a hotel room, see what it do (mmh)
I was tryna squeeze all on her butt-butt, she like, "Uh-uh, these ain't for you" (huh?)
Unless you show a lil' money, I probably can see what I can do (fuck she on, Millie?)
Bitch, we got money in here (bitch)
Say you broke, baby, what is you here for? (huh?)
I used to lay my life up on the line
Blow the nine and I roll up the window
I was shootin' at niggas that's 6'4"
I get to performing, they get low (huh?)
Spazz told me they low and I was like, "10-4"
Now niggas doin' the limbo
Bitch, I don't fuck with niggas 'cause they fu' (fugazi)
You think that I'm fleetus 'cause it's true (bitch, I'm fleetus)
Bitch, turn the AC on, heat up the stu', uh (oh, it's hot as hell)
Nigga, I don't want this bitch, come get your boo (come get your boo)
Just like Milie said, I'm up a deuce
Shawny and Pront up a deuce (we bustin')
50 a junkie, bitch, he up a truce
He turn a nigga to juice (bah)
And I got some savages in my back pocket
You don't want me lettin' 'em loose (gang, gang)
And they gon' spray everywhere just like confetti, lil' bitch
They ain't chasing the goose
These ain't no old hundreds, bitch, these new
Yeah, they blue
And I ain't steppin' in no club without my crew
What, think I'm a fool?
All my niggas violent, they some loose (screw, screw)
Everybody 'round me up a deuce (deuce, deuce), look, baby
Your boyfriend been broke, that ain't nothin' new (that ain't nothin' new)
He don't know about Gucci, Givenchy, that Prada, that Fendi, that Louis (nah)
He don't know about spend a few racks and then make it right back in the morning (uh-uh, uh-uh)
And he remind me of Sebastian, 'cause that nigga corny (corny)
I ain't never popped a Perky, how 'bout you? (Oh, shawty)
Let's get a hotel room, see what it do (mmh)
I was tryna squeeze all on her butt-butt, she like, "Uh-uh, these ain't for you"
Unless you show a lil' money, I probably can see what I can do
Writer(s): Kymon Marquise Anderson, Hakeem Sokari Campbell, Kristo Ventsel
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