ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ericdoa
ericdoa
Vocals
Synthetic
Synthetic
Programming
Morris Kef
Morris Kef
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Composer
Morris Kef
Morris Kef
Composer
Eric George Lopez
Eric George Lopez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Mixing Engineer
Morris Kef
Morris Kef
Producer
ericdoa
ericdoa
Producer

歌詞

Ayy, ah (I'm not your lollipop, wow) Ah (I'm not your lollipop, wow) Yeah, can't fuck with nobody showing fake love (he on IG) Showin' off a pay stub Yeah, he must be stupid if he think that he can play us (damn, ah, baby, uh) Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me Always got your hands out like I owe you something I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (on my cousin) Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah (woah) I always been up, huh, pussy, what you think? Huh (ayy, what you think?) She wanna make love, sorry, baby, we can't link Just like me, this shit gon' sing, it ain't nothin' but a thing (nothin' but a thing) Hit my jeweler, what's it to you? I put water on my ring (I put water on my–) Your bitch got me on a poster, take off, Testarossa Might just switch it to the roadster, pussy, we don't know ya' If he touch me, we gon' roll some, I ain't friends with no one (no one) If he lackin' and we catch him, guaranteed that we gon' throw some' (yeah) Baby, just want money, take this from me Got your hands out, owe you something Don't owe you bullshit, get the fuck back Damn, ah, baby, uh Baby, you just want my money, you can't take this from me Always got your hands out like I owe you something I don't owe you nothing, put that on my cousin (on my cousin) Girl, you on some fuck shit, I might have to up this, ah (woah, yeah) Got this shit inside my blood, swear it's embedded (what) This ain't no simple shit, boy, you know I'm with Synthetic I always knew that I'd be up, boy, know I been said it (boy, I been said it) This point, you talkin' to yourself, girl, this shit been deaded I put wings on the coupe, we put them thangs out the roof (yeah, yeah) All you hear is bang, then a rang, pull his brain out his roots (spray that shit) MVP, boy, I never lose, somehow he still ain't make a move (make a move) He tried to diss me on some pop shit, I'll still take you out your shoes, uh Like I'm Boosie, she gon' wipe me down, baby, how you like me now? (How you like me now?) Finally, you've come around Touch me, then we gun 'em down, watch it, don't speak too loud Woo (I'm done, I'm done, I'm done) Baby, just want money, take this from me Got your hands out, owe you something Baby, just want money, take this from me Got your hands out, owe you something
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Morris Franciscus Kef, Eric Doa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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