Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Stephens
Songwriter
Texty
We not beggin' no **** who ain't doin' enough
I'm not transformin' hoes, I ain't Shia LaBeouf
I can have another you before you leave out the door
Matter of fact, I'm finna show them that my dad made a hoe
And watch me
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Bitch, I'm on
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Broke, ****
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Big, booty
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
My life is a movie, acting **** won't get recast
Ho you dead to me. No, you won't get no repast
Oh, that's your friend? I'm finna get my lick back
He said he into 69, I'ma always get my lick back
You be the first one stalkin' my page, but swear that you unbothered
You the one who wanna be in the streets, these **** wanna be frogger
Your friend give me neck like a collar, ain't been to school, but he my scholar
Blow your head off out in D.C., they think I'm Amanda Waller
And watch me
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Bitch, I'm on
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Broke, ****
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Big, booty
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
You need rehab, I know my body is addicting
You wanna relapse, yeah, I got a **** feenin'
My car ain't got no roof, I feel like Lil Wayne, no ceilings
I'm out here catchin' flights, and you out here catchin' feelings
You already know what time I'm on, in yo ass like a damn thong
He wanna work on this big body, got him saved in my phone as AutoZone
Think I won't leave you alone? Pussy got balls, must be on mones'
I ain't talkin' bout tanning, when I tell him, you better watch your tone
And watch me
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Bitch, I'm on
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Broke, ****
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Big, booty
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
New **** on Twista, yes, he get it wetter
He like the way I shoot, he call me his Beretta
Sex game cold, it remind him of North Pole
You ain't addin', you subtractin', boy, you gotta go
Written by: Cameron Stephens