ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eve
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eve Jeffers
Songwriter
Jay "Icepick"Jackson
Songwriter
Kaseem Dean
Songwriter
Mashonda Tifrere-Dean
Songwriter
Norman Cook
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Scott Kieklak
Recording Engineer
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Intro]
Uh, come on, uh, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
****, they drug her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn, she flipped it, when gone they missed it
Been on 'cause they can't stop her climb
****, you digs it, want that?
Well, you can keep that
'Cause other bitches out there whack but you can't see that
E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch
To make sure I made it mine
'Cause you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
'Cause none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
'Cause we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin' everything sweet
But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
I'm tryna make a quick flip, ****, can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mill, forever be that rich bitch
[Chorus]
Where my **** at? (What)
Where my thugs at? (What)
Where my **** gettin' stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (What)
Where my hoes at? (What)
Where my bitches chasin' stacks?
You know where we at
[Verse 2]
They callin' me a savage 'cause I gotta have it
I ain't work this hard not to ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine like I ain't workin' overtime
I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, huh
Bitch, please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin', caught you stuntin', got no room to breathe
Only into big things, all day, spit game
Tryin' to put my people up on paper before shit change
I be up, late night, tryna get my papes right
After every show, I gotta go, I got a late flight
Thought they had us figured out 'cause we pullin' figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and what's that **** Swizz about?
Questions start to come about, thought my time was runnin' out
But never 'cause I'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit, I came to run shit
Think I'm leavin'? Not at all, I'm havin' too much fun, shit
[Chorus]
Where my **** at? (What)
Where my thugs at? (What)
Where my **** gettin' stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (What)
Where my hoes at? (What)
Where my bitches chasin' stacks?
You know where we at
[Verse 3]
Y'all **** must be buggin' out
The industry, we dug it out
We always keep it gangsta, we change what y'all be talkin' 'bout
Some get away with bullshit
But they the ones who drown quick, back on the block
Hustlin', scrapin' money up to buy a brick
Too late, 'cause it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah, it's me again, you outta touch, bitch, fix your frown
[Bridge]
Come on
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Come on
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Uh
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Uh, what, what
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Come on
[Chorus]
Where my **** at? (What)
Where my thugs at? (What)
Where my **** gettin' stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (What)
Where my hoes at? (What)
Where my bitches chasin' stacks?
You know where we at, uh
Where my **** at? (What)
Where my thugs at? (What)
Where my **** gettin' stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (What)
Where my hoes at? (What)
Where my bitches chasin' stacks?
You know where we at, uh
Written by: Eve, Ignatius M. Jackson, Jay Jackson, Kasseem Dean, Mashonda Tifrere


