Dari

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Alqas
Paul Alqas
Songwriter
Patrick Ditzel
Patrick Ditzel
Songwriter
Bradley Perl
Bradley Perl
Songwriter

Lirik

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah, girl, slow it up just a lil' bit
Goin' crazy like a kid without the Ritalin
Ooh, yeah, bring your friend, I could be your middle man
She actin' different, my homie gon' lend a hand
Show me passion, I ain't tryna see your Instagram
But damn shawty got an ass like a minivan
I got the cargo you don't even need to lift a hand
Thinkin' I'm gonna change your life like yeah, girl, I really can
Yeah, I really can, slap 'em in my Timberlands
Been the man, feelin' fantastic, you a little man
And I'm the businessman, ridin' in a big sedan
Your girl in the front seat, trust me she been a fan
Yeah, she been a fan, yeah, she been a fan
And I'ma benefit when it hit 4:00 a.m.
A shooter pullin' up, time to score again
They say love is war well, it's time to make war again
[Verse 2]
(Woo)
(Hey, yeah, woo)
(Ow-ow)
(Hey)
[Verse 3]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, girl
Move it back, move that, move that, girl
On my lap, do that, do that, girl
You move it on back, prove that, prove that, girl
On my lap, (Do it, do it) on my lap (Do it, do it)
On my lap, (Do it, do it) on my lap (Do it, do it)
Ooh, yeah, on my lap, do that, girl
You move it on back, move that, move that, move back
[Verse 4]
Ooh. yeah, new mac, new raps who tracks smack
News flash who last, I last, you last, you crash back
Way back, at the back, attack is what you lack
Attack is what I tack on, album platinum
When I come in with the macs long, shootin' up shots, no Magnum
Flows so hot there's magma
Just havin' fun I ain't mad, nah
Man, what, give no fucks, fill those cups, spill those bucks
Wanna grow up, fuck no, so throw your motherfucking hands up
[Verse 5]
(Woo)
(Hey, yeah, woo)
(Ow-ow)
(Hey, yeah)
Written by: Bradley Perl, Cafe Disko, Patrick Ditzel, Paul Alqas
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