Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty’Juane Brijae
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty’Juane Brijae
Composer
Phillip Martin jr.
Phillip Martin jr.
Composer
Quincy Taylor
Quincy Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pheelthabeat
Pheelthabeat
Producer
LV
LV
Recording Engineer
Josh Manus
Josh Manus
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What can you swang if you want none of this Bad bitches come with this We get the pack and you know we want fumbling Bitch, we give a test in it He get to banging me and all some other shit Well, fuck it, he lovin' it I watch my uncle get money from hustlin' Just servin' his smugglin' Bitch too bad, too hot to handle her When I fuck on them I got stamina We gon' pull up in a Challenger I call my bro, he go "Damn, what you mean yo nigga compatible?" You don't wanna smoke, this shit flammable Apeshit, we goin' animal Stackin' my money, it's valuable I cut the niggas off one at a time He wanna fuck all the time He got up way too early, so That nigga must drop a dime I ain't like none of these bitches be hatin' 'Cause I'm getting paper Don't want no fakin' it, don't want no favors I'ma be patient, ball out with the pacers So shawty keep flexin', she call me her maker Grindin' 'cause I'm on some glaciers Pom patronin' my way as the chaser That nigga broke, can't they hear? I ain't gonna say it again My butt on their face and my foot on their chin I jumped in the game to win They know if it static, we doin' the spin Bitch too bad, too hot to handle her When I fuck on them I got stamina We gon' pull up in a Challenger I call my bro, he go "Damn, what you mean yo nigga compatible?" You don't wanna smoke, this shit flammable Apeshit, we goin' animal Stackin' my money, it's valuable I cut the niggas off one at a time He wanna fuck all the time He got up way too early, so That nigga must drop a dime I ain't like none of these bitches be hatin' 'Cause I'm getting paper Don't want no fakin' it, don't want no favors I'ma be patient, ball out with the pacers It's gon' be pawn arounds Them bitches ain't it, but them bitches is clowns I've been that bitch for a while He turn around and I'm knockin' 'em down I spent the band on my lace I took it to trial and I beat up the case I'm hard as fuck with a cape All of that talkin' get put in a vase I'm all about gettin' money Whenever there's job, let me shake on that dummy Don't put your hands on me, hunny Sis, you a get left by your tummy They gotta call me to check If they want me to sign, if they want me to rap He said that shit too wet So I had to save him to get him a vest Bitch too bad, too hot to handle her When I fuck on them I got stamina We gon' pull up in a Challenger I call my bro, he go "Damn, what you mean yo nigga compatible?" You don't wanna smoke, this shit flammable Apeshit, we goin' animal Stackin' my money, it's valuable I cut the niggas off one at a time He wanna fuck all the time He got up way too early, so That nigga must drop a dime I ain't like none of these bitches be hatin' 'Cause I'm getting paper Don't want no fakin' it, don't want no favors I'ma be patient, ball out with the pacers
Writer(s): Josh Leo, Richard Bowles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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