Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Lyrics
Hunter Brown
Hunter Brown
Composer
Clifford Mytril
Clifford Mytril
Composer
Christian Hendrik-Horst
Christian Hendrik-Horst
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K CAMP
K CAMP
Recording Engineer
Akachi Beats
Akachi Beats
Producer
Cliiiifford
Cliiiifford
Producer
Gren8
Gren8
Producer
Jarrod "JRod" Doyle
Jarrod "JRod" Doyle
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Akachi in this motherfucker)
[Instrumental]
(Red lean look like Cliiifford) Yeah
[Verse 1]
Twenty-five floors up, can't see the view
Night shift, load up, she wanna see it too
Got shit sewed up, you know they sick of you
Wait a minute, hold up, we'll pick up, boo
Bad bitch attitude, she be doin' that
Baby on a night shift, I need two of that
She just turned twenty-two and she reckless
I just spent twenty-two on a necklace
Baby, call your best friend, tell 'em pull up
Ho brought the X in, we been booted up
I just let my ex in, I be screwin' up
Never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money, ****, Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch, turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the pussy ho catch the Feng shui
[Chorus]
She just wanna fuck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit you, girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my **** tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Gettin' M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, get your weight up (Ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (Ooh)
Just met the ho, now she wanna lay up (Lay)
Nah, bitch, you ain't lookin' like your profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low mile (Ha), ayy
She let me fuck and she fucked on my buddies (Fucked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with Cudi (Gamblin' with Cudi)
My money clean, but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (Bottom is)
Know how to count, but I never did study (Never did study)
Skinny lil' ****, but my pockets chubby
I'm not your hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on frigid, mama, I ran up them digits
Really, I feel I'm the sickest
Fuck on these bitches, they wanna fuck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
[Chorus]
She just wanna fuck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah)
Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit you, girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah)
All my **** tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah)
Gettin' M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey)
[Instrumental]
RARE Sound
Written by: Christian Hendrik-Horst, Clifford Mytril, Hunter Brown, Kristopher Campbell
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