Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Sosa
Songwriter
Lyrics
We get it poppin yeah you know we get it poppin
She like the way I taste she know I like it sloppy
If she throwing a fit I gotta take her shopping
If she throwing a fit i gotta take her shopping
A lot of hate is comin from the apposition
I make money decision through my 20 vision
Invested in ambition and I'm out here fishin
Most of you want a handout with the talent missin
These Nigga's want a hand out with the talent missin
Throw up the towel
This game need more precision
Sit back and take some notes before you get to bitchin
Cuz I'm icon in this bitch you know I did it
They think they got the hit but they really trippin,
You really think that shit is gonna end up sticking?
These niggas sounding stupid with the shit they singing
Im just tryna really make a fucking million
You know I'll do it cuz I got a illmind
A lot of you scared to be left behind
They gonna reject That shit cuz they know that I'm blessed N they gon be like OMG he got the Smith N Wesson
Rich Jesus he go so fucking hard please teach me lessons
If she tryna get taught you gotta start un dressin.
I switch it up deep deep deep these bitches getting
Lessons
I end up getting lose N getting pictures from my ex's
She just tryna show me it look way bigger in Texas
Only rock Mercedes never catch me in a Lexus
If she tryna play this ain't no fuckin game of Tetris
Ever Since I was 15 I already knew my purpose
In the back seat with the curtains
S500 benz was skirtin
Time was rolling past my eyes
Memories just gotta die
Tryna leave you behind
They think they got a hit but they really just tripping
You really think that shit is gonna end up sticking?
These niggas sounding stupid with the shit they singing
Writer(s): Brent Sosa
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