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Josvani Viera Jr.
Josvani Viera Jr.
Songwriter
Nicholas Opper
Nicholas Opper
Songwriter
Fred Saint Amand
Fred Saint Amand
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BeatsByNyce
BeatsByNyce
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Fred Heazy
Fred Heazy
Producer
Sean Bizzo
Sean Bizzo
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Skipping the line I walked right into the back of the club I'm keeping my fire Yeah, a whole lot of bitches and They know each other so I keep it quiet A whole lot of bitches She seen the diamonds she's holding my wrist A whole Lotta mentions A whole Lotta questions She's asking me where is you at Who you with? I'm with the gang I'm with the Bros I'm with the bitches I'm with the hoes I'm getting rich Nobody knows it Keep on the low, cannot disclose it She said, baby I wanted to slide That's a bet I'm fully loaded Trying to hit She said " you the only one I'd let Feel like I'm chosen In her phone it says Vani Emoji is wet, next to the roses And it's probably because I am the one that fucks the best More than the rose did And it's on the next Keep it low when I left Hope she ain't notice All on my back Got to attached I should've known this Here is the catch Can't run it back Been mixing Hennessey and Don Julio Five star bitch know what I'll do to you She got attached to me She keep coming after me Like dammit what's happening All on my dick Calling my phone and she's all in my shit Like who you wit? Who you wit? Who you wit? Who you wit Who you wit? Who you wit I'm with the gang I'm with the Bros I'm with the bitches I'm with the hoes I'm getting rich Nobody knows Nobody knows it Yeah, keeping it Fly I went right into the back of the club Suit and a tie A whole lot of bitches And they're coming up and I cannot deny Granted your wishes, if you fuck with me, then it's do or it's die Part of me knows if they find out, they'll tweak Come to my shows And stay on the low Slide, sell out one week When I'm out there performing I'll look in the crowd Pop-up And I ain't even peep And this bitch keep on calling me when I roll up Woke up And I ain't even sleep From the jump I'm not giving no love, no fucks She's blowing me up Ain't a crazy how I would just keep it a buck And still she holding me up Try to give her a chance, but she isn't cut Fuck all these bitches I can never cuff Only pop out when I wanted to fuck Only one and she giving it up Yeah, when I'm outside I don't know why this shit gets dangerous Only When the side don't play the side Act like the main bitch Said let's get drunk turn up let's have some fun 5 Calls that I missed before the night was done Been mixing Hennessey and Don Julio Five star bitch know what I'll do to you She got too attached to me She keep coming after me Like dammit what's happening All on my dick Calling my phone and she's all in my shit Like who you wit? Who you wit? Who you wit? Who you wit Who you wit? Who you wit I'm with the gang I'm with the Bros I'm with the bitches I'm with the hoes I'm getting rich Nobody knows Nobody knows it Who you wit Who you wit Who you wit Who you wit Who you wit Who you wit I'm with the gang I'm with the Bros I'm with the bitches I'm with the hoes I'm getting rich nobody knows Nobody knows it
Writer(s): Fred Saint Amand, Josvani Viera Jr., Nicholas Opper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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