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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Renni Rucci
Renni Rucci
Vocals
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Courtney Donelson
Courtney Donelson
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer

Lyrics

I'm just tryna (workin' with some ass) (Looks like DJ Chose) You been workin' with some ass (ass) You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some ass (workin' with some ass) 1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass (pour it in your glass) Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack (runnin' up a sack) Fuck it up tonight and then get right back in my bag (right back in my bag) All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (both hands on your knees) All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (hands on your knees) You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad (to the pad) Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash (do the dash) Please don't be alarmed, I drive like Steve Nash (uh) Drop, drop top coupe, it's a high-speed Jag' (huh) Panoramic roof got to be all glass Pourin' while I'm goin', baby, where the lean at? (Uh) Fragrance on another levеl, lovin' how you smellin' Only other question, whеn is me and you gon' get together? (What's up?) Diamonds on reflector when I'm talkin' 'bout whatever (talkin' 'bout) Never had your pussy pleasured by a mouth full of metal Turned the Fanta orange, in the beginning it was yellow I hate to be alone, options open, I got several (ah) Plain Jane Rollie, ain't no diamonds in the bezel No, we not movin' on, I can leave you where I met you You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some ass (workin' with some ass) 1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass (pour it in your glass) Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack (runnin' up a sack) Fuck it up tonight and then get right back in my bag (right back in my bag) All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (both hands on your knees) All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (hands on your knees) You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad (to the pad) Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash (do the dash) Please don't be alarmed, I drive like Steve Nash (uh) Drop, drop top coupe, it's a high-speed Jag' (huh) Panoramic roof got to be all glass Pourin' while I'm goin', baby, where the lean at? I'm not into dancin', but when you dancin', like how you standin' Bad bitch, I like 'em tatted, but like 'em classy Jazzy when you be swaggin', I'm into fashion When you with a customer, I know you just be actin' (I know that you be actin') I'm flashin' out behind, you don't fall in love (you don't fall in love) Grip you from behind, you ballin' up (ballin' up) I'm passionate when I'm smashin', you call me daddy (daddy) Crack jokes to make you happy, you go to laughin' You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some ass 1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack Fuck it up tonight and then get right back in my bag All I wanna see is both hands on your knees All I wanna see is both hands on your knees You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Norman Payne, Kevin Marcellus Gates, Courtney Donelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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