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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
BLK ODYSSY
Chant
Juwan Elcock
Basse
JeMarcus Bridges
Claviers
Alejandro Rios
Guitare
Harry Edhoukwa
Chant
Maya Sampelton
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Juwan Elcock
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Elcock
Paroles/Composition
JeMarcus Bridges
Paroles/Composition
Isaiah Boone
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
BLK ODYSSY
Production
Ingmar Carlson
Ingénierie de mixage
Hector Vega
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Victor Gaspar
Ingénierie
Eric Guerrero
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Tyler Smith
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brad Lauchert
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Shorty wanna be my mistress
Plottin' all on these riches
Better of bein' my vixen
Gon' mark me off the hit list
Mind your business
Shawty fuckin' with a misfit
Shawty fuckin' with a misfit
Shawty fuckin' with a-
The way she think I'm Hercules
Want me to push on her hips
Shiny things and diamond rings
She like the gold on my wrist
I love it when you talkin' cocky
I love it when I talkin' naughty
Rush to the after party
Party, ah, ah shit, yeah
And if she don't reply to me than that's her loss, yeah
I got women down to ride for me that sauce, yeah
She recognize the bag I'm chasin' and the way I'm flossin'
Baby, please call me daddy, she know who the
Get a bag, spend a bag
She ain't lookin' at a money tag
Hand cuff like it's Cartier
Ask if I'm in the bag?
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Pretty boy, she adores
Other ****, she gon' cut 'em off
Spray a **** like some Lysol
Ask if I'm in my bag
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
She my genie in a bottle
Said she wanna ride out, then she lay low
Brown skin, shawty stay out in San Antonio
I-I-I spend a couple bands, I ain't trippin', shit, you know it's nothin' (Uh, yeah)
Vacuum seal on the zip pack
Plug still bussin' like, ah yeah
And she's knows, she knows, she knows I do the most, yeah
It's a rush when she takes off all her clothes, yeah
I love it when you talkin' cocky
You really just want my body
Rush to the after party
Party, and I'm like, ah shit
If she don't reply to me, then that's her loss, yeah
I got women down to rise for me, that sauce, yeah
She recognize the bag I'm chasin' and the way I'm flossin'
Baby, please call me daddy, she know who the
Get a bag, spend a bag
She ain't lookin' at a money tag
Hand cuff like it's Cartier
Ask if I'm in the bag?
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Pretty boy, she adores
Other ****, she gon' cut 'em off
Spray a **** like some Lysol
Ask if im in my bag
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, this wrist odee)
Odee (Bitch, my drip odee)
Odee (Bitch, my gliss odee)
Odee (Bitch, this drip odee)
Written by: Isaiah Boone, JeMarcus Bridges, Jordan Elcock, Juwan Elcock