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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
JT
JT
Vocals
Yung Miami
Yung Miami
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Songwriter
Jatavia Johnson
Jatavia Johnson
Songwriter
Daviar Daly
Daviar Daly
Songwriter
J. Brathwaite
J. Brathwaite
Songwriter
Nasir Moore
Nasir Moore
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston “Perfect Harmony” Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Nasir Moore
Nasir Moore
Producer

Lyrics

I got that million-dollar pussy (Yeah) And a million-dollar nigga (Yeah) Got a million-dollar budget (Yeah) Fuck him right, it could get bigger (Ow) Rich niggas in the building ready to spend that shit And I ain't tryna miss out worryin' 'Bout now hatin' ass bitch (Period) I'm lookin' for a trap star (Trap star) To pull up in that foreign That's a NASCAR (Skrrt, skrrt) To these little bitches, I'm a rap star (Tap star) I fuck him 'til he broke Then take the cast off (Cast off) And then I dash off, that's law Once I bend it over, lil' bitches over (Told y'all) Got your nigga in the back With his hands all over (Woo) Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho I'm lookin' for a trap star (Trap star) To pull up in that foreign That's a NASCAR (Skrrt, skrrt) To these little bitches I'm a rap star (Rap star) I fuck him 'til he broke Then take the cast off (Cast off) And then I dash off, that's law Ask yo' nigga, do he love Resha? Where the D-boys at? Let a real bitch trap with 'cha (Where they at) I know them hoes be hatin', but I don't fuck with 'em His money lookin' funny, on to another nigga (Period) Different foreigns outside, all push-start Get what I want out these niggas Then I cut 'em off (Bye) 'Cause you know it ain't shit free And plus a bitch got options, all these Niggas wanna fuck me Breakin' bread, I'm on that dick just Like a NASCAR (Ow) Let him touch it in the Wraith so I can see the stars Bitch, we cut different, not the same cloth (At all) Let him eat it, when he hungry He got a lockjaw (Period) Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho Real girls get down on the floor (Yeah) Baby, why you starin'? 'Cause you know you want a ho I'm lookin' for a trap star (Trap star) To pull up in that foreign That's a NASCAR (Skrrt, skrrt) To these little bitches I'm a rap star (Rap star) I-I-I fuck him 'til he broke Then take the cast off (Cast off) And then I dash off, that's law
Writer(s): Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Jatavia Johnson, Salvador Majail, Shane Lindstrom, Daviar Daly, Nasir Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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