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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charle$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hassan Bongo Bicher
Songwriter
Charles Raynor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clayton Penrose-Whitmore
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Beat too hard, bass too silly
Brand new car, half a milli
Now they hate like I'm the villain
Comp the table, free like Willy
Money, we throw it up
Throw it, my ****, my ****, we blowin' up
Yellow diamonds rest on the neck so they choke it up
[Verse 2]
Beat too hard, bass too silly
Brand new car, half a milli
Now they hate like I'm the villain
Comp the table, free like Willy
Money, we throw it up
Throw it, my ****, my ****, we blowin' up
Ice cubes, drinkin' forty two, better pour it up
[Verse 3]
I get playtime like I'm kawaii, ****, and play for the Raptors
Sheesh, educate her 'bout D like she takin' her Masters
B-b-body it, here come the Uber right after
And how I make hit after hit, after hit, after hit, after hit, and they classics
Blingin', I forgot about a million
Trap phone keep ringin'
Get to tussle, then I'm Barry Bonds, with the gloves on I'm swingin'
X'd out, they opinions
Different city, different women
Super Saiyan, I'm Krillin', man, just watch how I'm feelin'
[Verse 4]
Feelin' myself, I ain't worried 'bout boostin'
Nah, cut all my ties, I got rid of the loose ends
Paddle shiftin' through the lanes, engine V8 but I'm cruisin'
Give a fuck about a ****, 'cause, ****, I'm winnin', they losin'
Teacher told me I was lucky if I ever made it with music
Shit, how I'ma tell her I made it? She'd lose it
Now I make profit, on top of that, I put the sketch on the blueprint
Yeah, stirrin' the pot up now, troublemaker, I'm a nuisance
[Verse 5]
Beat too hard, bass too silly
Brand new car, half a milli
Now they hate like I'm the villain
Comp the table, free like Willy
Money, we throw it up
Throw it, my ****, my ****, we blowin' up
Yellow diamonds rest on the neck so they choke it up
[Verse 6]
Beat too hard, bass too silly
Brand new car, half a milli
Now they hate like I'm the villain
Comp the table, free like Willy
Money, we throw it up
Throw it, my ****, my ****, we blowin' up
Ice cubes, drinkin' forty two, better pour it up
[Verse 7]
You're makin' your way, you're hittin' the hay
You call it a night but I'm just gettin' started
You're headin' to work in the morning
But I'm headed home and I'm yawnin'
You clock in to schedule and talk to your manager
He give you the regular
You grind for promotion, I hire employees, it go with the title
Got the light like I am Jefferson
Made a mistake, I meant Edison
I'm mixin' my Edisons, Jeffersons
She give me brain, I'm takin' her lesson in
She walkin' around with a white shirt with a bright stain
The way she undressin' it
Last time she came with bestie, sent her right back
Told her bring me some better friends
[Verse 8]
I need me a veteran, a shorty with pension and maybe some benefits
She ridin' with better men
She need a new whip then she clearin' her credit check
Lil' rascal, I'm meddlin'
This dough make me sick, yeah, I need me some medicine
Need that girl and her twin
The way you be settlin', my stomach upset again
[Verse 9]
Beat too hard, bass too silly
Brand new car, half a milli
Now they hate like I'm the villain
Comp the table, free like Willy
Money, we throw it up
Throw it, my ****, my ****, we blowin' up
Yellow diamonds rest on the neck so they choke it up
[Verse 10]
Gotta leave, check the time
Leave that ****, bitch, you mine
Say she classy, brought some wine
And her friends for the night
Texted they showin' up
Say she don't do this shit often, but I know she hoin' up
Text the addy, where you at?
She impatient, she a brat
On its way, Uber black
It's a condo, not a flat
Messages blowin' up
Jump in the elevator, wait, baby, it's goin' up
Baby, it's goin' up
Written by: Charle$, Hassan Bongo Bicher