Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Anderson
Songwriter
Lyrics
And I gotta be what you want I can get you what you need
Gucci, Louis, Saint Laurent? It ain't tricking if it's me
Fell in love with little Des
But I'm still fucking on Janiece
I won't speak on our S.E.X Baby, I'ma keep it P
I like how you look in that dress
Them shoes that you get them from me
I hate that you outside with him
You know that I'm outside with she
I know that shit still get water
I got a son, she want a daughter
She say them other bitches is boring
We could take a trip, erase all the boredom
But I'ma let you get your shit off Thank God I seen your ass on Fordham
Before that I was doing bad
But my vibes moving cautious
Know I say it every song
Get to the crib, hit it like a bong
Pussy was fire, I'ma write about it
Bitch was a baddie, look like Nia Long
And I gotta be what you want I can get you what you need
Gucci, Louis, Saint Laurent? It ain't tricking if it's me
Fell in love with little Des
But I'm still fucking on Janiece
I won't speak on our S.E.X Baby, I'ma keep it P
I like how you look in that dress
Them shoes that you get them from me
I hate that you outside with him
You know that I'm outside with she
I know that shit still get water
I got a son, she want a daughter
She say them other bitches is boring
We could take a trip, erase all the boredom
Sweatpants, hair tie Chillin' with no makeup on
That's when you the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong
Sweatpants, hair tie Chillin' with no makeup on
That's when you the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong
I'ma hit you later on
We made a tape, I made a song
I hope this shit don't ever leak
Don't need them knowing what we on
Your man a do bad Like, why you do that
We better off Your man a do bad Like, why you do that?
We better off
And I gotta be what you want I can get you what you need
Gucci, Louis, Saint Laurent? It ain't tricking if it's me
Fell in love with little Des
But I'm still fucking on Janiece
I won't speak on our S.E.X Baby, I'ma keep it P
I like how you look in that dress
Them shoes that you get them from me
I hate that you outside with him
You know that I'm outside with she
I know that shit still get water
I got a son, she want a daughter
She say them other bitches is boring
We could take a trip, erase all the boredom
Written by: Henry Anderson

