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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Performer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Background Vocals
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tierra Whack
Tierra Whack
Composer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Composer
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Composer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Co-Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

I like nice things (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Buy me nice things (Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Give me compliments (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Please have common sense Open the door Tell her that you ready to explore Yeah, Aventador Yeah, I had to chalk him, I got bored Uh, I need support Like a sports bra, bae, I need support I say less is best, but I need more Shoulda took me shoppin' to the store I can't fuck with you no more When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now Goin' out to eat, don't eat no meat now Yeah, we from the streets, you get a beat-down Skin tanned 'cause we livin' on the beach now Shinin' like a diamond, fine dinin' Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand Bitch, I'm wildin', stranded on an island Money pilin', Rolex 'cause I put that time in (ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Put the time in (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Yeah, open the door Tell him you got money, but need more Yeah, in a Porsche Call me a gold digger, yes, of course I'm in Dior I think I just might buy me a horse Basketball game, we on the floor I need me new bags just to adore I can't fuck with you no more When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now Goin' out to eat, don't eat no meat now Yeah, we from the streets, you get a beat-down Skin tanned 'cause we livin' on the beach now Shinin' like a diamond, fine dinin' Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand Bitch, I'm wildin', stranded on an island Money pilin', Rolex 'cause I put that time in (ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Put the time in (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Yeah, open the door Tell 'em that you tired of bein' poor (I need change, nigga) Yeah, style galore Pull up in a tank, ready for war (doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo) Thank the Lord Got my passport, took me on tour Tried to ride the wave, now all aboard Champagne for the pain, can you pour? You got me fucked up You got me fucked up You got me fucked up You got me fucked up (Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) (Ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
Writer(s): Adam King Feeney, Carter Lang, Tierra Sharday Whack-welton, Teo Halm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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