Teledysk
Teledysk
Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoove'L
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Harriss III
Songwriter
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Terry Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Mixing Engineer
Jacq V
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Tekst Utworu
[Verse 1]
Damn, Chose, beat this (****) up
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Mmm, look like DJ Chose
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'll take you on a shopping spree
Buy you all new designer things
She wet, she need a wedding ring
I'ma show you all the better things
Buying you them purses, a Louis bag and Birkins
I be screaming, "Fuck them bitches"
Losing you, it ain't worth it
[Verse 3]
We done beat the odds and they hate that
You done been my girlfriend since way back
Now I got no choice but to put you in a Royce
Or we can make love in that Maybach
[Verse 4]
It can't get no better
She got Dior, put it on in any weather
Ain't no better feeling than us two sharing together
I told you I stopped fucking with these bitches
You can't let 'em fuck your head up
[Verse 5]
And our secrets that we got, I ain't telling them
I can't lie, you had made me fall in love, I wasn't expecting that
You real, you get respect for that
My ex head was extra wack
And no, you never stingy with that kitty
Don't make me beg for that
At all
Can you see a ring?
[Verse 6]
We done beat the odds and they hate that
You done been my girlfriend since way back
Now I got no choice but to put you in a Royce
Or we can make love in that Maybach
[Verse 7]
And it was times you had gave what I ain't had
Was with me through the bad
You the reason that I rap
I just kept making you mad 'cause I drilling with my man
But I knew that you was solid when you told me wear a mask
[Verse 8]
You rode me with no condom
Our feelings, we evolve 'em
And I'm here to cure your problems
And my problems, you gon' solve them
I'll put your ass in some new shit
You can't eat regular, we heading up to Ruth Chris
[Verse 9]
It can't get no better
She got Dior, put it on in any weather
Ain't no better feeling than us two sharing together
I told you I stopped fucking with these bitches
You can't let 'em fuck your head up
Written by: James Harriss III, Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr., Norman Payne, Terry Lewis


