Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Whiss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damian Birdsey
Composer
Amir Jammalieh
Composer
Jordan Whiston
Composer
Shane Lindstrom
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Producer
Damian Birdsey
Producer
Amir Jammalieh
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, prime forever
Yeah
[Verse 2]
What would make you think that that shit's okay with us?
She know if she let me down
She gotta make it up
Sometimes the money get crazy that she gotta rake it up
Never rollin' dolo, tell security there's eight of us
We not from the same cloth
I can't take a day off
Someone tell them **** they a hunnid K away from our radar
Ain't no tellin' what we made off it
Scammin' and schemin' like Madoff
Knee deep in these streets till it paid off
[Verse 3]
Please don't play no games, please don't say no names
Please don't stress me out, it's gon' be okay
Please don't play no games, please don't say no names
Please, please don't
[Verse 4]
Please don't ask again, I told you I don't like repeatin'
There's a hunnid K inside that box, not no Adidas
Please don't think I mess with you enough
For you to sit in my two-seater
Please
[Verse 5]
I put my bitch in a Prezi
I put my bitch in a Benzy
I put yo' bitch in a frenzy
She want my heart, but it's empty
I got a bag and it's Hefty
Yeah, uh
I got a bag and it's Hefty
She kickin' herself, 'cause she left me
Uh, remember the days, yeah, I remember them well
Remember the schools, 'member the teachers
'Member my name ringin' bells
Don't think I ever did homework
I never needed no help
Killing Me Softly, Someone Like You, I think I needed Adele
[Verse 6]
Yeah, guess I needed you more than I thought I did
You shoulda started workin'
And too bad we never thought of it
Wish I knew how bad you wanted it
Wish I knew how bad you, uh
[Verse 7]
Please don't play no games, please don't say no names
Please don't stress me out, it's gon' be okay
Please don't play no games, please don't say no names
Please, please don't
[Verse 8]
Please don't ask again, I told you I don't like repeatin'
There's a hunnid K inside that box, not no Adidas
Please don't think I mess with you enough
For you to sit in my two-seater
Please
[Verse 9]
Prime forever
Where the fuck did the love go?
I just want me some hundos
City filled up with some ho ****
And I don't trust hoes
Got these bitches open
No need to front though
Address me with the utmost
**** wifin' bitches that got run through
[Verse 10]
Not Whiss, Whiss got his bitches pullin' tricks
A lotta **** actin' like they real
All you muhfuckas full of shit
We made the wave
All these **** followin' and told yo' bitch to come
Now she here swallowin' and I think she the one
She may be my lotto ticket
But I'll only fuck her if she's down for me
I don't waste no time, I don't wait in no lines
I'm so prime and my steak so prime
Drinkin' straight from the bottle, no chase, no ice
Can't have her if she average, dawg, I aim so high
[Verse 11]
All I got is money, why you think it consumes me?
Coolin' on Front Street with my ****, Boosie
Sandro peacoat got red bottoms and I beat those
All my bitches live, it's a freak show
Fuckin' with the birds for the bread, now it seems so
In the club, poppin' nothing less than Clicquot
Look, outta my league just don't exist
She better get on her knees, 'cause we ain't fuckin' for shit
Got all my **** here, we all gonna be rich
Written by: Amir Jammalieh, Damian Birdsey, Jordan Whiston, Shane Lindstrom