Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Smino
Canto
NOS
Canto
Denita Marshay Turner
Voces de fondo
Ebonee Davis
Voces de fondo
D. Turner
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christopher Smith Jr.
Composición
Kalon Berry
Composición
Kelvin Wooten
Composición
Ladamon T Douglas
Composición
Radric Delantic Davis
Composición
Taylor Madison
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Smino
Ingeniería de grabación
Kal Banx
Producción
Wu10
Producción
Arnulfo “Arnie” Reyes III
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Daniel Vargas
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Robert Mendioro
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Elton Chueng
Masterización
Don ‘Hulio’ Outten
Ingeniería de grabación
Arnulfo Reyes
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
Pounds in the trashcan, Gucci do the dishes
Can't nobody, nobody fuck wit' my kitchen
Pounds in the trashcan, Gucci do the dishes
Can't nobody, nobody fuck wit' my kitchen
[Verse 2]
My stove lit my blunt for me this morning
Ooh, don't get me started
I just spent my last bit of finances recording
Sinkin', it's a ice box where my heart is
Roll a whole Omarion, get so high you can't touch me
You can't touch me
Centipede my speed
Take time wit' the hate when a muhfucka try an' rush me
The shit musty
Roll up a KD
Odorize, I been on overdrive tryna feel something
Lost my lil' **** in August and awe
Am I 'posed to feel normal about it like nah
Caution when you putting on a facade
Let it ride for too long and ya soul a be gone
Ooh, Jamie Foxx and that cartoon role
We send balloons to the sky for my new angel
[Verse 3]
Ay, ay
Sometimes when I get like this
I burn right through my whole zip
Sometimes when I get like this
I might
Run that check up
I deserve it
Bring them cups out
I deserve it
Fully loaded and it
Got me swerving
Put that pussy on me
I deserve it
[Verse 4]
Ain't seen my friends
Bussin' my shins
Been grinding-ning
I been up, up for days
One day this
Shit gone pay my kids
Like Friday, Craig
[Verse 5]
Run me my money today-day
Mike Epps, two step on a payday
Peanut butter seats goin' nuts onna eway
Baby, I ain't doin anything if I don't feel it, feel it
Gotta feel it like my teeth ache
Emotional, don't get me started
I'm choking the bottle the hardest
I might jump on somebody daughter
Casamigos got me so honest
I'm sorry
[Verse 6]
Sometimes when I get like this
I burn right through my whole zip
Sometimes when I get like this
I might
Run that check up
I deserve it
Bring them cups out
I deserve it
Fully loaded and it
Got me swerving
Put that pussy on me
I deserve it
[Verse 7]
Sometimes I pour it
Sometimes I drink about it
Sometimes I get high
Get in my head and think about it
Sometimes I pour it
Sometimes I drink about it
Sometimes I get high
Get in my head and think about it
[Verse 8]
Pounds in the trashcan, Gucci do the dishes
Can't nobody, nobody fuck wit' my kitchen
Pounds in the trashcan, Gucci do the dishes
Can't nobody, nobody fuck wit' my kitchen
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr., Kalon Berry, Kelvin Wooten, Ladamon T Douglas, Radric Delantic Davis, Taylor Madison