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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
Kevin Mccloskey
Kevin Mccloskey
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Tabor III
Glenn Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Anthony 'Dub" Williams
Recording Engineer
Firas Quick
Firas Quick
Recording Engineer
Maddocks
Maddocks
Producer

Letra

I'm 'bout whatever, you can read about (Yung Lan on the track) I got 27 hoes blowin' up my phone, tryna come and suck the semen out me They starin' at us everywhere we go, you gotta be yourself You wanna be around me And I'm stayin' low from all the broke hoes and the fuck niggas I don't need around me (Yeah, yeah) Gotta book a show, you wanna see about me 'Cause I ain't got time to celebrate, I'm goin' in The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin' But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah) No time for no hoes or no friends No time for no hoes or no friends 'Cause I ain't got time to celebrate, I'm goin' in The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin' But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah) No time for no hoes or no friends No time for no hoes or no friends I got a new bitch that tell me that she don't want shit from me (Shit) And I got another bitch claimin' she sick of me Still askin' what she can get from me (Bitch) And I know a broke nigga havin' his hand out He wanna act like a friend now And they wante smoke until I blew they mans down Tryna act like they fans now I pray to God that they all understand now Play with me it's a man down I'm in the city and the rental van now Tryna sell me a damn pound They give me a deposit to come out the house now I get to paid to go out now Charlotte, ain't no other way to get out now 'Less you show what you 'bout now Got everybody ridin' 'round with that stick now It's lay down or get down Don't talk on the internet, don't make a diss now It's already lit now Go tell the associate you need some all black Go pick out a fit now My life in the history book and whatever I do They will never forget now And that's why I stay out here 'Cause I ain't got time to celebrate, I'm goin' in The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin' But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah) No time for no hoes or no friends No time for no hoes or no friends (No, no) 'Cause I ain't got time to celebrate, I'm goin' in (No, no) The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin' But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah) No time for no hoes or no friends No time for no hoes or no friends No time for hoes, no time for friends No time for Honda no time for Benz Pull up in the Maybach Old school cost more than your new school Shit so original but got an 8-track I'm rich under 30, they gon' hate that Money fallin', nigga rake that (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, ooh Like a nigga locked in jail might take you to SHU (SHU) SHU, SHU, SHU And I ain't never ran from a nigga, put that on my crew (Rich Homie, baby) Shoot a nigga with no chaser (Hey, hey) Move these bitches with the paper (Fade away) We done ran a, on the baby sitter It was Rich Homie and DaBaby (Rich Homie) I can never get money with a hater And I will never sell my soul (Nah) Still doin' sell-out shows (Yeah) Still gettin' bags in every week nigga You can smell it out those (I know you do) I could pack a whole brick, motherfuckers in a Pathfinder (Hey) Cam Newton Jerseys, 'cause I'm in Carolina (Ayy) 'Cause I ain't got time to celebrate, I'm goin' in The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin' But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends (Oh) I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me (Ayy) Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah) No time for no hoes or no friends (No) No time for no hoes or no friends (No, no, no) 'Cause I ain't got time to celebrate, I'm goin' in (No, no) The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin' But now that I'm up, they don't wanna be friends (No, no, no) I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me Somethin' I won't never go through again (Yeah, yeah, no, no) No time for no hoes or no friends No time for no hoes or no friends
Writer(s): Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Milan Sunil Modi, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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