Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Nines
Voces
SL
Voces
Yung Fume
Voces
Tiggs Da Author
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Adam Simon
Letra
Courtney Freckleton
Autoría
Ellis Taylor
Composición
Harlee Bashir Laguda Milne
Letra
Producción e ingeniería
Show N Prove
Producción
Dave Turner
Masterización
Adam Lunn
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know what they want, I don't know
In the cold in my Gs, in the cold
We supplying you the ting in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I know
[Verse 2]
I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the whoa in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
[Verse 3]
Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my
In a coupe getting whoop from your wife
She was yours but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together
[Verse 4]
Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block then I flood it
New watch looking flooded, pagans watching all gutted
Look at all this white on my clothes, I ain't got time for them hoes
Looking like it snowed in the kitchen, I spent all night by the stove
Heard these **** wanna run up on me, you **** better not roll with nanks
Broke rappers talking 'bout ye, I really got Rolls Royce stamps
**** act hard all on the net but when that gun blast, you better run fast
Got my first check and like Spike Lee, I did the right thing, I gave my mom half
[Verse 5]
I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the whoa in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
[Verse 6]
Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my
In a coupe getting whoop from your wife
She was yours but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together
[Verse 7]
She the sweetest of females, big bunk oh gosh let me test my luck
This is a gorgeous one, baby, it's S, this is some gorgeous bud
She a real naughty one, she said, S, you're a rebel
She said, S, you don't give two fucks, okay, okay, my love
Now suck me off, let me spark my scud
They start soft for you dots in the morning
Two long ones get a big boy touched, aye
I think I know what they want, I think I know
I bust the AM pack and put it to their nose
[Verse 8]
I don't know what they want, I don't know
In the cold in my Gs, in the cold
We supplying you the ting in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I know
[Verse 9]
I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the whoa in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
[Verse 10]
Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my
In a coupe getting whoop from your wife
She was yours but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together
[Verse 11]
I don't know what you want, I don't know
I just be trapping and jugging, I just be trapping and jugging
Broke **** can't do me nothing, broke **** can't do me nothing
And I can't even be in public and I just think I blew your budget
I don't father too many, I'ma pull me up a henny
Oh my, oh my, feds coming, stash the readies
Say you got racks, don't believe 'em
You **** ain't act like I need 'em
I had to link up with Nina
This a banger for your speaker
[Verse 12]
I don't know what they want, I don't know
In the cold in my Gs, in the cold
We supplying you the ting in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I know
[Verse 13]
I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the whoa in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
[Verse 14]
Bust a move when I'm juice, oh my
In a coupe getting whoop from your wife
She was yours but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my Gs are together
Written by: Adam Simon, Courtney Freckleton, SL, Show N Prove, Yung Fume
