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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeeezy
Jeeezy
Vocals
BlueBucksClan DJ
BlueBucksClan DJ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deon Hawkins
Deon Hawkins
Songwriter
Jaylar Abram
Jaylar Abram
Songwriter
Jarmarion Page
Jarmarion Page
Songwriter
Fred Adkins Jr.
Fred Adkins Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AyyMook
AyyMook
Recording Engineer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ten11
Ten11
Producer

Lyrics

I just poured a deuce, it's in the freezer (I just poured a deuce) I get dressed every day like it's Easter (like it's Easter) Stop callin', she with me, you can't reach her (you can't reach her, ten-eleven) Yeah, I'm ballin', she can see we ain't equal (we ain't equal) On the table throwin' paper, where the teacher? (Where the teacher?) Weak hoes gotta leave, you a creature (you a creature) Yeah, I heard about your show, wasn't no people (wasn't no people) (Ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook, drop that shit) Almost caught me with your bitch, we ain't see you (we ain't see you) Don't call your bitch right now, she busy (yeah, she busy) I just got the face, no kitty (no kitty) Lot of digits in my bank, no kizzy (no kiddin') Twelve hundred dollar pants, no biggie (no biggie) 41 got me floatin' like a Frisbee (like a Frisbee) I fuck all the baddest hoes in my city (all the baddest hoes) I'm seein' more than one bitch like I'm dizzy (like I'm dizzy) Three thousand dollar jacket, it got windy (It got windy) Said I couldn't hit his bitch, why you tempt me? (Why you do it?) Fired on my lean man, why you skim me? (Why you scammin'?) You be fuckin' all the homies, bitch, don't skip me (don't skip me) I forgot I popped my last 30, it just hit me (It just hit me) I be doggin' bitches out 'til they quit me ('til they quit me) Feel like Zach, I ran off with a fifty (fifty) Told your bitch our plans off, come and get me I might break a nigga leg off if he trip me (lil' nigga) Call me Farnsworth, I'm slidin' in a Bentley Louis Vuitton shirt, I'm mixin' it with Fendi (Fendi) Told my bro to pick a bitch, I got plenty (I got plenty) I know all my ex-hoes love to recommend me (recommend me) Walk in with that shit on me, Uncle Willy (Uncle Willy) Double G's, they keep squeezin' my Achilles (my Achilles) I got stripes on my socks, yeah, they Prada, though (stripes on my socks) Dior jacket, CDs on my abdominal (yeah) Only nigga stayin' when they playing "Time To Go" (Time to go) Bitches beggin' me to come, I ain't tryna go (I ain't goin') Niggas askin' where I'm from, pull out a lot of dough (only bands) Talkin' shit on the stage, throwin' money, talent show (talent show) You tryin' on them clothes, but you ain't grab 'em, though (What you doin'?) Left the same bitch stranded, what you braggin' for? (braggin' for) Park it, race mode, yeah, I'm draggin' out (draggin' out) Mouth full of food, see my ex-bitch, who laughin' now? (laughin' now, laughin' now, laughin' now) (Ten-Eleven) (Ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook, drop that shit)
Writer(s): Jaylar Abram Jr., Fred Adkins Jr., Deon Hawkins, Jarmarion Javrin Page Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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