Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Holt
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Holt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Holt
Engineer
Lyrics
Ayye , (Yeah)
Du DO IT, (Yeah)
Du DO IT, (Ye yeah)
Ye ye ye yeah, ye yeah
Ye ye ye yeah, ye yeah
Ayye, (DO IT)
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of them all
When she drunk who she gone call, she look she took ima make her crawl
Fuckin that hoe and she give me brain, she wanna playa she know I'm not lame
Drop me a deuce then I jump on the plane, I woke up now I'm having views out in Spain
(Bah bah bah bah bah)
**** we aim at yo brain
Don't give a fuck about yo name, no need to explain
The chain round my neck let it swang
All of this money in piles, I'm still rocking Hanes
I'm that **** so why would I change
Free all my **** that bang that's stuck in them
chains
And that Bentley all white in the rain
Pop it, pop it, pop it (SHIT)
Pop it, lock and, drop it (UHHH)
Money, we can't, stop it (SHIT)
See it, then I, bop it (DO IT)
Glocky, ima, cock it (BAH)
Rest in, peace the, rocket (MOMMA)
One night, she gone, top it (TOP IT)
I can't, lip or, lock it (DO IT)
VV's is all on my neck, the water is wet ,So heavy you can't even hold em
Drippin like I'm at the Rec but I'm in Québec, call Johnny my teeth ima mold em
Look at these racks you can't fold them (Racks), where is his chains think he sold them (FUCK)
They wanna link but I bold them (SHIT), get the money and keep rolling (SKURT)
Kick, push (UHH), Im smokin on some exotic but back in the day, was Kush (DAMN)
**** be biting my style cause they know I'm the wave, no Brush (WOW)
Backwood, no Dutch (GAS)
They poppin they shit but I'm poppin it better they mode, is hush
Don't give a fuck what you talkin bout bitch (LIL BITCH), don't give a fuck what you talkin bout hoe (THE FUCK)
Double cup on me I'm not drinking Tris (NAW), I
need that purple I'm tryna move slow (OHHHH)
Yeah she a hoe but that's just how it go, ****, get the cash **** move on
I spread the money now it's on the floor ****, kicking back smoking on strong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of them all
When she drunk who she gone call, she look she took ima make her crawl
Fuckin that hoe and she give me brain, she wanna playa she know I'm not lame
Drop me a deuce then I jump on the plane, I woke up now I'm having views out in Spain
(Bah bah bah bah bah)
**** we aim at yo brain
Don't give a fuck about yo name, no need to explain
The chain round my neck let it swang
All of this money in piles, I'm still rocking Hanes
I'm that **** so why would I change
Free all my **** that bang that's stuck in them chains
And that Bentley all white in the rain
Pop it, pop it, pop it (SHIT)
Pop it, lock and, drop it (UHHH)
Money, we can't, stop it (SHIT)
See it, then I, bop it (DO IT)
Glocky, ima, cock it (BAH)
Rest in, peace the, rocket (MOMMA)
One night, she gone, top it (TOP IT)
I can't, lip or, lock it
Written by: Isaiah Holt
