Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Serious Klein
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Boakye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You might show off
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I pull up hard with a man's ho (Yeah)
Tennies, twenties, spent it all on that ass bruh (Yeah)
You been sleepin' all day long on your man though
All you **** actin' slow with the cash yo
(Ay what's good ****?)
I be waitin' for a long time (Yeah)
Henny poppin', ****, all night (Yeah)
Squady flexin' ****, no lie (Yeah)
Cozy killin' ****, full time (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
I told these **** that the
Money be the motive, bitch slap a ****
Then send him home to tell his mama I'm the coldest
All the Henny had the focus
Think I've missed the hocus pocus
Ask my ****, Teddy P
Welcome to you should've known, bitch
Woke up in the morning with my two bitches (Two bitches)
Some **** owe me money, give 'em two stitches
Countin' down these Beny's
Showin' off, never low key
London Benzie rollin', I been hidin' from the police
[Verse 4]
Girlfriends got they titties on deck
And now they wan' hang with the boy, yeah, yeah
How yo' ass on my table these days? 1K, black boy joy, yeah, yeah
On my mama, I been pullin' err' day
Got your boo on my D, mic check err' day
Lawyer money, take her down, ching-ching payday
Everybody gotta die someday, yeah
[Verse 5]
I pull up hard with a man's ho (Yeah)
Tennies, twenties, spent it all on that ass bruh (Yeah)
You been sleepin' all day long on your man though
All you **** actin' slow with the cash yo
(Ay what's good ****?)
I be waitin' for a long time (Yeah)
Henny poppin', ****, all night (Yeah)
Squady flexin' ****, no lie (Yeah)
Cozy killin' ****, full time (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Faded **** faded (Faded)
Talkin' but don't say shit (Say shit)
Naked in yo' matrix (Matrix)
Walkin' with no laces (Laces)
Breakin' but don't pay shit
Broke me but then faked it
Fake ass, never shaked it (Yeah)
Sacrifice, make him face it
Yeah, woke up in the morning with a new mistress (New mistress)
Some **** owe me money, took my two pistols
Fuckin' with ****, not even my **** know about
Back seat hangin' with some fuckin' **** from the south
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I is that big boy, you know
Panties drop when I switch the flow, that pay roll
Man down whenever I want, I say so
Tiger Woods to a ho, fast food, Usain Bolt
Gray Goose on the table 'cause a **** lives life
Money hides the wrongs, I don't wanna be right
Middle finger to the law, tryin'a take a **** hype
Henny bottle in ya hand as I'm riding through the night
[Verse 8]
I pull up hard with a man's ho (Yeah)
Tennies, twenties, spent it all on that ass bruh (Yeah)
You been sleepin' all day long on your man though
All you **** actin' slow with the cash yo
(Ay what's good ****?)
I be waitin' for a long time (Yeah)
Henny poppin', ****, all night (Yeah)
Squady flexin' ****, no lie (Yeah)
Cozy killin' ****, full time (Yeah)
Written by: Kelvin Boakye, Tobias Breuer
