クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Yurec Marshall
Songwriter
歌詞
Yeah, I'm up, yeah, uh, yeah, you already know the fuckin' vibes, man, yeah, bow DonLife, uh
Bitch, I'm a boss, Christian Dior, up in the stores, swag on the floor
Trap house, viral, she pray on the dick like a bible
No ops, no rivals, take ya bitch now she want titles
Straight from New York, got a treashe in my backseat
Got her sayin' it's too deep, South Beach, palm trees
Quiet storm, mob deep, heat game, floor seats
Bitch on my dick, can't get off me, then I Uber her back in the morning
Straight from New York, got these bitch ****, they plottin
Can't stop a **** from poppin, even if the cameras is watchin
I'm a young legend, no stoppin, respect it, ****, I'm locked in
Countin' dollars while the clock spin, need all of my paper, no options
Straight from New York, sauce, boss, sauce, boss, sauce, boss, sauce, boss
Straight from New York, sauce, boss, sauce, boss, sauce, boss, sauce
Bitch, I'm a boss, Christian Dior, up in the stores, swag on the floor
Trap house, viral, she pray on the dick like a bible
No ops, no rivals, take ya bitch now she want titles
Big whips, foreign, bookin' a jet now we tourin
Bottles pourin' imported, got a bitch, she look like Lauren
Tried it, they hype you, ain't no tellin' what I might do
Spin the block, spiral, headshot, Idle
All y'all **** got somethin' to say, suck my dick
Tell your mother, suck my dick, and your little sisters too
Trap house, viral, she pray on the dick like a bible
Sauce, boss, ****, I'm a boss, y'all ready
Bitch, I'm a boss, sauce, boss, ****
We outside
Bitch, I'm a boss
Written by: Quincy Yurec Marshall
