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INTERPRÉTATION
Saweetie
Saweetie
Chant
Too $hort
Too $hort
Artiste samplé
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Craig Love
Craig Love
Paroles/Composition
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Paroles/Composition
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Paroles/Composition
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Paroles/Composition
Austin Post
Austin Post
Paroles/Composition
James Phillips
James Phillips
Paroles/Composition
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Paroles/Composition
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Paroles/Composition
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Paroles/Composition
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Seth Ringo
Seth Ringo
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tyler Sheppard
Tyler Sheppard
Assistance d’ingénierie
Kalani Thompson
Kalani Thompson
Ingénierie
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Ingénierie de mixage
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Production

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Don't ever stop if you want to be on top, bitch Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin' on yo' neck, nigga, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in (hm) Tap, tap, tap in (ayy) Wrist on glitter (ayy), waist on thinner (ayy) I'ma show you how to bag a eight figure nigga (hoo) Face on zaddy (sheesh), pockets on Jigga (hoo) You better get the card and make it swipe like Tinder Private villa and the fur chinchilla (ha) When he post me, all the hoes get sicker (blah) Fuckboy killer, I'on need fillers (nope) Never been a lame so the real bitches feel it Daddy on the FaceTime, you could never take mine End up on the Dateline, uh, uh, uh (bitch) Rich with no day job, bitch, hit your wop-wop Always on the courtside, uh, huh, huh B-B-Billionaire niggas wanna eat me out Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, they wanna go down south All these lame ass niggas tryna fuck for the clout Hm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin' on yo' neck, nigga, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in (mhm, yeah) Tap, tap, tap in You got a itty-bitty waist (huh?), pretty in the face (what?) Never let a broke nigga take you on a date (nah) Haters can't relate, bitch, I've never been fake (girl, bye) I got a real nigga puttin' icing on my cake (mwah) Icy from my lips to my fingers to my toenails Drippin' in Shanaenae, this ain't goin' on sale All these hoes busy, baby, I do not do friends well Lotta niggas pussy, but I promised that I won't tell Hmm, now, what's my favorite word? (Icy) Bitch gon' smile, but I know she don't like me 200 for a verse, bitch, I'm way too pricey Fuck around and bring back hyphy Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Diamonds dancin' on yo' neck, nigga, tap in Tap, tap, tap in Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in Tap, tap, tap in M-O-B, Icy Gang, nigga, tap in Tap, tap, tap in
Writer(s): James Elbert Phillips, Craig D. Love, Jonathan H. Smith, La Marquis Jefferson, Lukasz Gottwald, Theron Makiel Thomas, Todd Anthony Shaw, Gamal Kosh Lewis, Diamonte Harper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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