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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
T. Jones
T. Jones
Songwriter
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Byron Otto Thomas
Byron Otto Thomas
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Don't be worried 'bout what we be doing What we doing? Makin' money What they doing? Hatin' on us If they want it, take it from me What them other niggas doin'? I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em Mind my business, on my momma Fuck a nigga how I'm comin' Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back that ass up) Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his man up) Say that she yo' bitch, she my private dancer (private dancer) You can call her phone, but she ain't gon' answer (ain't gon' answer) Go, go, go, go Nona turn a bitch up, talkin' way pass the ceiling goes She fuck with me because these karats like a rabbit silly, ho' My nigga pop Percocets, bite like a willy, ho' From the city of Memphis, we known for mackin' and pimpin' But I'm hot boy, I can't lie, I got some Weezy up in me You know that shit it'll get greasy, I'm in the streets like a meter She tellin' me that she need me, but Lord know she a eater Ayy, tell 'em, drop his nuts, he holding too much tension in his balls Made 'em run a four flat, but he was six feet tall Like a high school ho', I'm tryna hit all y'all Yeah, I seen 'em stumble, but I'm tryna make 'em fall, fall Shake it, she was fully dressed, now she naked (naked) Backshots, front shots, make a bitch shapeshift (shapeshift) Ready for the cumshot, told her to taste it (taste it) Bad bitches chase me, I use to fuck basics (basics) She askin' for my raw dawg, ho', you get a latex (latex) Ball deep in her mouth, make a bitch say less (say less) Swallow my nut or yo' friend a replacement ('placement) Put her on her knees, yeah, I call that good graces Don't be worried 'bout what we be doing What we doing? Makin' money What they doing? Hatin' on us (hatin' on us) If they want it, take it from me (take it) What them other niggas doin'? I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em Mind my business, on my momma Fuck a nigga how I'm comin' Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back that ass up) Shots out the switch made him bag ass man up (bag his man up) Say that she yo' bitch, she my private dancer- She said, "Come here," she said, "Get here" She said, "Stop playing, nigga, bring that dick here" Ooh, I got bitches waitin' to see me like a premiere Ooh, and her mouth be full of semen, look like veneers Ooh, don't be worried 'bout what I'm doing, don't be worried 'bout who I'm doing Don't be worried 'bout who I flew in, all these Percocet I'm chewin' All these Birkin and this Louis got her twerking that lil' booty She said, "Throw that dick Lil Tunechi," she gon' catch it like a movie I be X'ing bitches out, leave her at that nigga house Never thought I'd leave my kids until I left them in her mouth I be stretching bitches out, you be stressin' bitches out I'm like Lionel Messi, kickin' messy bitches out Girl, you workin' with some ass hat, I smack it with my backhand Ooh, she got that fat cat, I give that cat that cat scan From a hot boy to a madman, that high-water or hell deep Call him NLE, you can call me "Machiavelli" Shirt off, Choppa on, Weezy baby, Babylon I'm greedy, baby, Ramadan, I got my slimes with me, it's a slimeathon Wake up with Balenciaga, pyjamas on with two bitches Check my phone, new pictures, I check your ass like the new Twitter (Tunechi) Don't be worried 'bout what we be doing What we doing? Making money What they doing? Hating on us If they want it, take it from me What them other niggas doin'? I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em Mind my business, on my momma Fuck a nigga how I'm comin' Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back that ass up) Shots out the switch, made him bag his man up (bag his ass up) Say that she yo' bitch she my private dancer You can call her phone and I'll probably answer, nigga Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (haha, Mula, Baby) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams, Tristan Jones, Benjmain Dyer Diehl, Ian Brandon Lewis, Bryson Lashun Potts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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