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PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Lyrics
Hunter Brown
Hunter Brown
Composer
Christian Hendrik-Horst
Christian Hendrik-Horst
Composer
Clifford Mytril
Clifford Mytril
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K CAMP
K CAMP
Recording Engineer
Akachi Beats
Akachi Beats
Producer
Cliiiifford
Cliiiifford
Producer
Gren8
Gren8
Producer
Jarrod "JRod" Doyle
Jarrod "JRod" Doyle
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Twenty-five floors up Can't see the view, night shift, load up She wanna see it too, got shit sold up You know they sick of you, wait a minute, hold up Whip peak a boo, bad bitch attitude She be doin' that, baby, on a night shift I need two of that, she just turned twenty-two And she reckless I just spent twenty-two, on a necklace Baby call your best friend Tell 'em pull up, hoe brought the X in We been booted up, I just let my ex in I be screwin' up, never learned my lesson, shit tooted up Get money nigga Monday through Sunday Drip on a bitch turn Atlanta into a runway I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day Big racks, tell the pussy hoe catch the Feng shui She just wanna fuck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah) Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah) Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah) Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah) She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah) So I gotta hit your girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah) All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah) Get the M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey) Bitch get your weight up (Ooh) Fifty racks, just made before the day up (Ooh) Just met the hoe now she wanna lay up (Lay) Nah bitch, you ain't lookin' like your profile I ain't never met a bitch that got low mile (Ha) Ayy, she let me fuck and she fucked on my buddies (Fucked on my buddies) Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with Cudi (Gamblin' with Cudi) My money clean but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam) Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (Bottom is) Know how to count but I never did study (Never did study) Skinny lil' nigga but my pockets chubby I'm not your hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?) Diamonds on Fiji, momma I ran up them digits Really I feel I'm the sickest Fuck on these bitches, they wanna fuck on my riches What I'm gon' do with these bitches? She just wanna fuck for a lil' somethin', yeah (Lil' somethin', yeah) Bring your friends, we can start somethin', yeah (Start somethin', yeah) Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (Racks up, yeah) Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (Act up, yeah) She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (Want this life, yeah) So I gotta hit your girl, it's only right, yeah (It's only right, yeah) All my niggas tryna get some, yeah (Get some, yeah) Get the M&M's then we split some, yeah (Hey) RARE Sound
Writer(s): Kristopher Campbell, Hunter Brown, Clifford Ha Myrtil, Christian Horst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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