Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Kash Doll
Vocais
Tee Grizzley
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Morris Jones
Composição
Arkeisha Knight
Composição
Ivory Scott IV
Composição
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Composição
Quinton Cook
Composição
Timothy Bradley McKibbons
Composição
Ian "J.Y." Williams
Composição
Julius Rivera III
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Music MajorX
Produção
B100
Produção
Gregory Fils-Aime
Engenharia (mixagem)
K-Quick
Engenharia (masterização)
Spenser Williams
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Letra
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Fucked wit' a lame **** once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Shooter got a gun wit' a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Body lookin' mean in Celine, that's how I'm dressin'
**** thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin'
[Verse 1]
Diamonds bustin', almost got my fuckin' wrist pregnant
Got my weight up on these **** like I'm bench pressin'
Diamonds white like I bought these bitches straight from heaven
Back hurt from all this walkin', I can't stop the steppin'
[Refrain]
Aye
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Fucked wit' a lame **** once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Shooter got a gun wit' a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Body lookin' mean in Celine, that's how I'm dressin'
**** thought a bitch was in love, I was finessin'
[Verse 2]
I send bro at ****' bitches 'cause I'm faithful (You know I'm married, bitch)
I bet you hoes will never see the Van Cleef bangle (You ain't gon' get that)
Little horse don't care how old you is, that boy'll spank you
Wish I could ungive **** shit, they ass ungrateful (They ass ungrateful)
Dope kicker, I turnt the city up and brought that bag 'round (Yeah)
You gon' think bro 'nem do track and field when you get ran down (Come here)
Mention me, I don't even know ****, they asses fanned out
Fuck that though, my pockets thick as fuck, they look like Kash Doll (Oh yeah)
Bitch, if God ain't want me blessed, he wouldn't have blessed me (I said Amen)
Bitch, if God wanted you blessed, he would've blessed you (I said Amen)
I got a mouth piece, my bitch horny when I text her
Real boss, ain't got to be there, I still run shit in my section (****, I run shit)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pussy for some paper, shit don't work like that
Got a temper, God help me, need a bitch to smack
Lil' bitch done bought a body, but her pussy wack
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Who they pressin'?
Fucked wit' a lame **** once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
Written by: Arkeisha Knight, Ian "J.Y." Williams, Ivory Scott IV, Julius Rivera III, Morris Jones, Quinton Cook, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Timothy Bradley McKibbons
