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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lyle Leduff
Lyle Leduff
Songwriter
Nicole Miglis
Nicole Miglis
Songwriter
Paul Garonzik
Paul Garonzik
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Zachary Tetreault
Zachary Tetreault
Songwriter
Trayer Clancy Tryon
Trayer Clancy Tryon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyle Leduff
Lyle Leduff
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy Ayy, Baby Pluto (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Boy, I get so fly that I could've been a stylist (Yeah) Undercover tee and Goyard all on my wallet (What?) What I spent on Wang, could've sent my bitch to college (Ayy) Alexander McQueen, Number Nine my jeans Yeah, I'm lookin' oh so clean, oh, uh, yeah, I get it now These girls like the way I dress, so these niggas wanna steal my style Never really cared, but these niggas tryna kill my style (Woah) I'm not talkin' 'bout them niggas, there's too many girls around (Shh) There's too many girls around (Girls around) She don't want me, then the world go 'round (Yeah) Take a bath in the money, bitch, roll around For you she's going up, for me she's going down (Down) Yeah, going down, slow it down (Hey) Know she cook like Benihana so she throwin' down (Throwin' down) I'm the shit and she know it now (Know it now) Told her come this way and she turned around (Yeah) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Smokin' on some high dream Got my eyes red, I might need some Visine (Yeah) Yeah, swervin' in a Lambo', not a i8 (Not a motherfuckin' i8) Yeah, I keep stuffin' money in my safe, it will not close, yeah (Woah) Move like a soldier I throw my bows, yeah, like the Magnolia, yeah (Magnolia) You can not hold her, yeah (Why?) Diamonds got colder like it's pneumonia (Water) Move around with a badder chick (Yeah) She a shooter, yeah, you know she got a felony (Jeez) I ain't with that tellin' shit, swear it ain't shit you could tell on me (Ayy) He be hatin' 'cause where I am he will never be (Come on, girl) What? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (What? What? What? What?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (Yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah
Writer(s): Paul Garonzik, Trayer Tryon, Lyle Leduff, Zachary Tetreault, Symere Woods, Nicole Miglis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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