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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flipp Dinero
Flipp Dinero
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher St. Victor
Christopher St. Victor
Songwriter
Adam Hassan Kolankiewicz
Adam Hassan Kolankiewicz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
@NOCAP3
@NOCAP3
Producer
mixedbylos
mixedbylos
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lloyd "2Fly" Mizell
Lloyd "2Fly" Mizell
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh And put it on me Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (nocap, put these hoes in a coma) Yeah, yeah Ayy, bottles in the club, different flavors Mami on my body, ballin' out, can't forsake her Said she really want me, tell me, "Come out, see you later" I can't really love her but she know I'm finna take her I cannot fake her, got hundreds that take her I can't really want it, but she lost in that paper But she all up on me, what's the cost I'ma link her All these diamonds shinin', what's the cost, bitch the greatest Yeah, yeah, bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me) Said she all in love, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (said she all in love, why she lookin' at me) Said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me) Yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me) Henny make her speed up on the tempo Fuck with shawty, tryna see what we can get up in to Sparkles from the bottle make her smile in front of rental Know that I'ma fuck her, yeah, she love it 'cause I'm simple Mami with a body, yeah, she pull up, she ease Keep a blunt that's filled with potent, yeah, the finest, hit the tree I could tell she really want it 'cause she caught up with a G I ain't fakin', money-makin', yeah Satisfy her need I ain't fakin' Money-lover, yeah, she do this how she please Way she holdin' on my arm I say she wanna chill with me Way she holdin' on my arm you say she all in here with me If I take her, yeah She love me cause I'm all about my cheese yeah Yeah, bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me Said she all in love, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah said she all in love, why she lookin' at me Said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me Yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, she know what's up Why she lookin' at me, say that's your bitch, why she lookin 'at me He ain't no rapper, do shows for the free She just wanna fuck me for a band, that's cheap I just made another half a milli' last week Put it on then I bust all in her asscheeks Make her cum all on the bed, she need new sheets I'ma beat the pussy up like Bruce Lee I'ma let her come on over, but she can't sleep You thought you had a good girl, make her nasty She a freak on the weekend but she classy I'ma give her the D and she lookin' at me Give it up easy like abc yeah, yeah Bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me) Said she all in love, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah said she all in love, why she lookin' at me Said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me) Yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me? Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me) Yeah, bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah, bottles in the club Why she lookin' at me,yeah, She know what's up, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me Yeah, bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (bottles in the club, why she lookin' at me) Said she all in love, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (said she all in love, why she lookin' at me) Said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me? Yeah, uh, yeah (said she wanna fuck, why she lookin' at me) Yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah, she know what's up, why she lookin' at me)
Writer(s): Christopher St. Victor, Adam Kolankiewicz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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