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PettyWap

Young M.A

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Young M.A "PettyWap" (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young M.A
Young M.A
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Barfield
Anthony Barfield
Songwriter
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Songwriter
Katorah Marrero
Katorah Marrero
Songwriter
Orrin Wilson
Orrin Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amadeus
Amadeus
Producer
Bruce Leroy
Bruce Leroy
Producer
Dr. O
Dr. O
Producer

Lyrics

Uh Bag-flippin', cash-trippin' Pull up, beat the block like a ass whooping Stash box, keep the stash in it, racks in it Bought that bitch a FashionNova dress Just to see her ass in it Twerk for my Instagram She just got a hundred missed calls It's her man, damn Oh, that's your nigga now, huh? Said you wasn't with him Now you with him now, huh? Things different now, huh? You committed now, huh? I guess I can't hit it, how I hit it now, huh? Well, hit me when ya nigga ain't around There's money to be made bitch I won't wait around I flex on her for fun But I do not play around S on my chest and I keep a cape around Gang gang with me Yeah, I keep like eight around Even when you think they ain't around, they around Woah, woah, woah, we ain't playing fair Oh no, no, you don't want to take it there Thinkin' 'bout my next move in my thinking chair This chip is on my shoulder and it's staying there 'Cause I been through a lot of bull And they can't stand me 'cause I'm misunderstood And I need a bad bitch just to give her good good And girl, I like to eat, I hope you like to cook, cook Used to get the works from my cousin, WupWup What up, five? Free the guys out the woop-woop Teacher said you'll never make it Turn my textbook to a checkbook I put food on the table And I did that without a cookbook I'm rich and they fucking hate it And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good Ay, I feel like flexin Bitch just call my phone Don't feel like texting My Louis clothes is French That's what I'm dressed in Dior my cologne she said my scent is her obsession I became possessive Soon as the money came in my possession I'm selfish, no question My alarm is set to every second, no restin' My haters spend a lot of time with me, I'm they bestfriend I'm they best friend Go, best friend, go, best friend Go, best friend, go, best friend Go bestfriend, yeah, go, ayy Teacher said you'll never make it Turn my textbook to a checkbook I put food on the table And I did that without a cookbook I'm rich and they fucking hate it And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good Hah, ayy And while they looking mad, I'm just looking good
Writer(s): Antwan Thompson, Katorah Marrero, Anthony Barfield, Orrin Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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