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Malcolm Jakob
Malcolm Jakob
Songwriter
Kamani Satterwhite
Kamani Satterwhite
Songwriter
Kweisi Satterwhite
Kweisi Satterwhite
Songwriter
Micheal Ezell-Poux
Micheal Ezell-Poux
Songwriter
Adriel Bonilla
Adriel Bonilla
Songwriter
Marco Guerrero
Marco Guerrero
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kweisi Satterwhite
Kweisi Satterwhite
Producer
Kayton Rickman
Kayton Rickman
Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, Yeah She hit me up like, "do you wanna hang right now?" No bitch, I'm at a function with the gang right now But you can pull up with some bitches and some drank right now And we can sip it while my niggas blowing dank right now I be all about my dollars like a bank So if it ain't about the money you can wait I tell these phony niggas get up out my face And all these goofy niggas stay up in they place (Aye) Like what the hell's wrong with these niggas? Going out, but they ain't tryna dance with the women Two step pro, two steps then I'm in First step she at clothes, next step she undressed Excessive contact, I need a tech And always with my dogs like a vet And always keep my eyes on a check, yeah While other niggas bugging out like Quest I said what's good? what's up? Everywhere we go they showing love And she just hit my line, she wanna fuck But I ain't really looking for the cuff I said, what's good? what's up? If she don't wanna hang then she a dud If he ain't on the team he getting cut See police we throwing middle fingers up Stepping in, lights bright like Tom Edison on me Caught me in the spot, I'm assessing shit Bet you miss when beats made you bounce like this Have you feeling like you thumbing through the count, might just Spend the night with a fine little Ma, she been eyeing me Sipping, head spinning, but it's fuck it though I'm fine really Til' the night done we just tryna catch a vibe Why you catching attitude? you act like someone caught a body (We cool) Forget a man, I'm scared of God only Married to the money, it's a holy matrimony Do this shit by myself, get through it all by my lonely Except when you know I'm riding round with the homies We was riding 4 deep, talking shit and smoke weed Malcolm in the backseat with a fucking forty And some chick got in and oh, but lowkey where's your shorty? She was all up on me, I think she want the whole team I said what's good? what's up? Everywhere we go they showing love And she just hit my line, she wanna fuck But I ain't really looking for the cuff I said, what's good? what's up? If she don't wanna hang then she a dud If he ain't on the team he getting cut See police we throwing middle fingers up Walking in they citing all my shit And she a hypocrite, said I couldn't hit We ain't rolling any less than a zip I'm wearing Tommy everything for the fit Check my cup, I keep my liquor to the tip And she don't smoke, but tonight she want a hit I must admit, I'm only looking at her hips She said this song kinda make her wanna strip I'm here for a good time, not a long time Miss me with that hate shit, you came at the wrong time 'Cause I got the basics and I'm feeling alright At this pace looks like it's gon' be a long night And it ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of bump and grind Bounce to the left and bounce to the right Bend it over, shake it, put that thing in overdrive I know that you wanna be a freak for the night I said what's good? what's up? Everywhere we go they showing love And she just hit my line, she wanna fuck But I ain't really looking for the cuff I said, what's good? what's up? If she don't wanna hang then she a dud If he ain't on the team he getting cut See police we throwing middle fingers up I said what's good? what's up? Everywhere we go they showing love And she just hit my line, she wanna fuck But I ain't really looking for the cuff I said, what's good? what's up? If she don't wanna hang then she a dud If he ain't on the team he getting cut
Writer(s): Marco Guerrero, Kweisi Satterwhite, Kamani Satterwhite, Malcolm Whitelow, Adriel Bonilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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