Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Miah
Songwriter
Songtexte
Bitch, I know what I made last week, how the fuck you **** don't lie, yeah
Every day pop my shit, don't need no patience, look at my ride, yeah
Never hopped in no bag like this, but bitch, you lost my time
Girl, you playin, I ain't with that line, I ain't gotta say shit, look at my life
Spend all this same shit makin' that cash, bitch, I don't lay in streets, I laugh out my action
Never on my left, I'm not takin' a backseat, baby, look at this shit, you be askin
Why the fuck this **** tryna go? How the fuck you **** really gon' pass
Maybe I do this shit with a passion, guess I got plenty racks that he left
Fuck, shit, shit, fuck, shit, top of that shit, bitch, I feel like the number one king
Got your phone out my dick doin' tricks, give a fuck what they say, you ain't with me
In the club, make it flex, I get dizzy, out the top, man, I feel like I'm juicy
And I can't run up out that lil' bitch, I done met it, yeah, got it myself, can't take it, uh
Find shit, want a lil' taste, I don't do it too great, lil' ho, I can't waste it, yeah
Look at that boy too fake, whoa, baby, I see no hate
Can't move myself to these hoes, they too crazy, make of this life, but I'm livin' amazing
All by myself, never needed a stylist, baby, just look at my jeans, lemonade
Fashion, ho, and we do this with passion, ho, all that shit in the past, you know
But I ain't lookin' back, lil' ho, drop it straight to the basket, yo
Bitch, I know what I made, bitch, I know what I made, bitch, I know what I made, yeah
Bitch, I know what I made last week, how the fuck you **** gon' lie, yeah
Everyday pop my shit, don't need no patience, look at my ride, yeah
Never hopped in no bag like this, but, bitch, you know it's my time
Girl, you playin, I ain't with that lie, I ain't gotta say shit, look at my life
Doin' all this same shit, makin' that cash, bitch, I don't lane switch, all about action
Never in my life have I taken a backseat, baby, look at this shit, you be askin
Why the fuck these **** tryna go
How the fuck you **** really go passin
Maybe I do this shit with a passion, guess I got plenty racks till they left
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Shit, shit, shit
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Written by: Jay Miah
