Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Lil Boosie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jasiel Robinson
Jasiel Robinson
Songwriter
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Allen (Mouse)
J. Allen (Mouse)
Producer

Lyrics

Lil' Boosie, Bad A Yung Joc, we got a hit, let's go, baby Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom They on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom I'm Boosie, Bad A and I zoom right by ya 760, patna, Krispy Kreme on the tires Smoke that fire, purple kush by the pound Ask my dawg Webbie, this is how it goes down From my hood to your hood, man, we makin' money In the club, we poppin' bottles, the room, we hittin' models Rollin' through the bottom, all the kids hollin' Boosie This life, a livin' like I'm starrin' in a movie Fresh out the jacuzzi, lil' powder on my chest Got 30 on my neck, Turk and Mel, just cut the check Naw, I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them 24's Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow your roll Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin' paid On my feet, I got them J's, play wit me, I got them K's Red Gucci shades, me and Joc gettin' paid Now the whole United States takin' pictures all day A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin' Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We walk up in the club like You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross Just as soon as I 'em, tell them to get lost A lot of mad, they all pissed off If a think he bad, tell him 'Jump' like Kriss Kross I'm poppin' prison tags 'cuz the wrist cost You can see me splurge, yeah, how to break a soft Just ask my Boosie, he tell you what it is Face card good 'cuz the face card trill And if you gotta problem, I suggest you head home He in the red zone, leave your head gone Don't hit me on my chirp, that's the Fed phone Keep talkin' 'bout the work, now you dead wrong Can't believe I keep them beans for them Sell 'em dreams, ain't no on my team Like my clothes crispy clean I like my dough Krispy Kreme, 64' on lean That's my Mouse and Turk who got the work for the fiends A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin' Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We walk up in the club like Man, I been zoomin' in my drop top, mobbin' through the city Fresh fad, fresh J's wit 2 bad One name Sarah, one name Tina Together they make weather like Katrina They a fool, shawty red, she a Ruff Ryder She get on back of that motorbike And all you see is back on that motorbike I drive fast cars, they call me NASCAR You feel me but I'm in love wit the Hummy Get retarded in Ferraris, I get loose in the Coupe Paranoid like Pac, so I keep that glock When I zoom, zoom And after that, let's get a room, room Yeah, I need a dime piece, a fine freak, get on back You could ride on the bike or in the 'Lac, hah, bro? Now we got everybody zoomin' The lil' kids zoomin', look you got a hit, Boosie A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin' Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom We walk up in the club like We in here, get off the pedal like Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom And all my girls like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom And all my thugs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom
Writer(s): Jasiel Robinson, Jeremy Allen, Torence Hatch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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