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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dayon Greene
Dayon Greene
Songwriter
Cramer
Cramer
Songwriter
Kavon Tyree-Edward Eccles
Kavon Tyree-Edward Eccles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dayon Greene
Dayon Greene
Producer
Mostafa Elgawadi
Mostafa Elgawadi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joshua “Jay Que” Queen
Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Aye my dawg This my shit I'm so fucking it Do my dance Pay my rent I know I'm the shit Feeling cocky can't nobody top me Aw hell naw I don't lose Why you so confused I tried to tell y'all I woke up this morning feeling real wavy Like nigga fuck you You gotta pay me My shoes off white No slim shady I got a bad bitch Yeah slim shady She say she wanna come through I said bitch maybe I mean no disrespect I want brand new Pateks So don't bother me if it ain't bout no check I'm following dreams I mean what'd you expect I ain't bout ta lie I got like 10 of you And they say love stings no tentacles If that's your girl why she never mention you She only swing around when the rent is due And shit I'd hate to see it But pussy pussy I get that when I need it You always wonder where she go on the weekends She probably with me and that lil cookie leaking She gave up that candy like I'm trick or treating Aye my dawg This my shit I'm so fucking it Do my dance Pay my rent I know I'm the shit Feeling cocky can't nobody top me Aw hell naw I don't lose Why you so confused I tried to tell y'all You can catch me in a Yeezy boost desert boot Feeling like can't nobody tell me shit I only fuck with pussy that got attitude Personality and swag it gotta have that drip I been thinking bout naming my dick gratitude She who serves that good truly deserve this tip But I ain't the one to boast about my revenue Till I'm planking on some millions like I'm bout to jump ship But I know it's shore to come like a low tide I rather bitches drive the boat than to wave ride I'm out here tryna run the game with a Usain stride From bolt buses to a PJ like I stay tired Runways land mines Swear I'm finna blow up and no that's not in reference to a world war 3 That's in reference to a nigga tryna change the way we living Like I'm braille to the blind make the whole world see I been at this dream since I was youngboy call me NBA Tossing doing away with luggage like I'm tsa Bossing up like fuck an apprentice I need Oprah pay Owning everything that I touch that can be any day now as long as I stayed down I ain't worried bout you niggas who don't wanna see me get it You ain't know you signed a prenup once you shitted on the vision But it's year 2020 so you know I see clearly it's a wrap for em now Aye my dawg This my shit I'm so fucking it Do my dance Pay my rent I know I'm the shit Feeling cocky can't nobody top me Aw hell naw I don't lose Why you so confused I tried to tell y'all Aye
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