Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know
[Verse 2]
Got hundred fifty, no stress
Bendin' over, yoga stretchin'
Supersoaka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got move, yeah, you know
Titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah, you know
Stacy Dash out of Clueless
Hands down, hands clappin' with her two legs
[Verse 3]
Money man on a mission
I got 'em standin' at attention
I just throw my hand like I'm fishin'
I just give that ass some ambition
I'm really hopin' I can touch it, no conditions
You say you need a shot, well I got hella ammunition
Just pop some for me while I pop another Rosé
Now she lookin' at me like, "Don't spray"
I'm just sayin', hi, you know I'm the man, huh?
Rollin' up a gram, huh
Toss a couple grams, huh
It's your jam, huh
Peanut butter scam, huh
Where you been all my life?
Where you been, huh?
[Verse 4]
Parkin' lot pimpin' out of Foley's
Thought I see your ass lookin' thotty
I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag
And then I dump a bag on your body
[Verse 5]
Got hundred fifty, no stress
Bendin' over, yoga stretchin'
Supersoaka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got move, yeah, you know
Titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah, you know
Stacy Dash out of Clueless
Hands down, hands clappin' with her two legs
[Verse 6]
Bendin' over
Head and shoulders
Money, shower, drop and hold it
Your friends bustin' it, but you been talkin' all day
I could tell ya, Cali rollin'
Baby, better get your mind and your act right
And know that I am not the holdin' back type
She tell me sit like my hands 'round my back tight
And let her come and take me on my last ride, whoa, whoa
[Verse 7]
Who am I, baby? Who am I?
Cold **** pole pimpin' like it's do or die
I kill the uh, zip it up inside a body bag
And then I dump a bag on your body
[Verse 8]
Got hundred fifty, no stress
Bendin' over, yoga stretchin'
Supersoaka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got move, yeah, you know
Titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah, you know
Stacy Dash out of Clueless
Hands down, hands clappin' with her two legs
[Verse 9]
You know
You know
You know
Whoa
Whoa, whoa
Written by: Brian Todd Collins, Kevin Gomringer, Ozan Yildirim, Shane Lindstrom, Tim Gomringer
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