Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Jordan
Songwriter
Lyrics
Lay up with an Old head bitch
I got taste, I got style
I got all that shit
Come chill with a player
I got Amazon Prime
I leveled up
I'm past Netflix and gimmicks online
I'm a special kind of nigga bae
I'm one of kind
Another type like me bitch you never gon' find
I get my vino straight off the vine
And when I'm in it?
Left stroke, death strokes
And I'm just taking my time
You know I look good
You know I'm flyest
You know I'm highest
Walk in ya favorite restaurant and they call me your highness
I got a seat by the kitchen sittin' close by the fire
Salvatore Ferragamo rock the boldest attire
And all my niggas pro-black but our clothes are the whitest
Cop the pack full weight but the nuggs are the lightest
I never seen a middle man, I know the coldest suppliers
Respect my politeness
'Cuz you hoes know I'm nicest
And my pimp hand is god sent!
I gave you power on some Nas shit
New ass? Bomb tits? Guess I'm lit
I swoon women since '9-5, '9-6
I'm fool with it
I'm slick talkin' that nonsense
Supreme Cutlass with the bronze tint
Match the nails on my bitch, I got her palms did
I'm enterprising
My style authentic
I'm augmented
Ya boyfriend small time baby
I'm large business
Got you draped in red pearls like Marge Simpson
That's all game
All net, long range
And ain't no way you drippin' sauce
You ain't sautéed
Shawty, don't get roasted tryna flambé
And don't cross me, that's wrong way...
Don't cross me, that's the wrong way...
If 30's the new 20 then nigga I must be 50
Wearin' Neman Marcus and garments that's from the 60s
Y'all niggas at Regular Shows, I be with Rigby
Or I be sippin' Henny with Ricky, I'm gettin' Schwifty
Did you miss me?
I'm back in yo bitch, way past her kidneys
Took her down under, she ain't never seen Sydney
She steamboat-ed my willie, she ain't never seen Disney
She ain't never had no plans, had no man who was busy
I'm different type of nigga
Never got no love but I got love for women
Side-Steppin' hoes, I got love for my figures
Fuck 'em on the flo' 'cuz I got love for my linens
Bitch my taste mad exquisite
Girl, I'm insane
My heart and pimp game
Colder than Brisbane on a Wednesday
40 below hoe, and it just rained
If Hennessy was gasoline, I'm on my fifth tank
And if we gettin' married, then we probably on the fifth date
I might have fell in love with that pussy
Plus it feels good when a nigga wearin' Gucci flip flops
Hit it from the back and make her hip pop
And she's still on top
And now that's real hip-hop
Bitch!
Writer(s): Cameron Jordan
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