Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kj Balla
Kj Balla
Performer
Jay Gwuapo
Jay Gwuapo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kennedy Nöel
Kennedy Nöel
Composer
Jason George
Jason George
Lyrics
DJ Lucas
DJ Lucas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kash Beats
Kash Beats
Recording Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
DJ Lucas
DJ Lucas
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh yeah yeah yeah yeah
DJ Lucas From The Six
If you give me one chance, time to do it right
We take a double C purses on the flight
And the way that you staring at me with all this new ice
I can tell you blind, that you looking at the light
Every time I would ask do you love me?, you say I'm a dub
Look at me so in love every time I hit the club
Focus on bettering, but girl I feel like giving up
Issues with all this trust I can't get enough, that's a hundred grand
That's a hundred grand, like bread, spending that with my mans
I was trapping, I had to get it they fold it in my hand
I told you that I love girl, but you ain't understand
You tried to take over the world and put it in our hands
I'm the man, thought I told you ****, just understand
Teacher told me I won't be shit, but I got another plan
Run up a band and bring my moms to the motherland
Stack it to the ceiling, don't pay no mind to another man
The way you moving, I can tell that you moving different
So I'ma kick you to the side until I see some feelings
You fucking with other ****, acting like you be chilling
And I been on detective mode, I been on a mission
If you give me one chance, time to do it right
We take a double C purses on the flight
And the way that you staring at me with all this new ice
I can tell you blind, that you looking at the light
Every time I would ask do you love me?, you say I'm a dub
Look at me so in love every time I hit the club
Focus on bettering, but girl I feel like giving up
Issues with all this trust I can't get enough, that's a hundred grand
Tell me how you feeling, I can fuck on you now and later
Monclear flavors in the winter, like now or laters
Oh Mami and Cia wit me, yeah we be 'bout this paper
Fuck a hater, I be in the V, I hit it in the indicators
Jump on the jet, me and gang, we 'bout to hit Barbados
I eat that pussy for diner and then I'll see you later
Soon as I leave, you text me, like no one do it greater
Pussy slayer, we get money, we screaming fuck a hater
If you give me one chance, time to do it right
We take a double C purses on the flight
And the way that you staring at me with all this new ice
I can tell you blind, that you looking at the light
Every time I would ask do you love me?, you say I'm a dub
Look at me so in love every time I hit the club
Focus on bettering, but girl I feel like giving up
Issues with all this trust I can't get enough, that's a hundred grand
Written by: DJ Lucas, Jason George, Kennedy Nöel
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