Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B-Lovee
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qwayshawn Cannon
Composer
Cashmere Small
Composer
Artist Julius Dubose
Composer
Linda Creed
Composer
Fred Wesley
Composer
James Brown
Composer
John Starks
Lyrics
Hachidai Nakamura
Composer
Rokusuke Ei
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash Cobain
Producer
Abdulhafeez Yussuf
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
[Verse 2]
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin', like
We just gon' up in broad day, shit
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
[Verse 3]
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like
He think he it, but he not though
She let me hit in a Tahoe
Made eighty packs off a iPhone
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
[Verse 4]
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money
She like stars and double Rs, I like them thotties
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Behind Maybach curtains I be steady sippin' syrup
Hoodie on, ring turn purple, different angles like I'm Kurt
Hit the right positions, now she fuckin' up her words
At the end of the night go missin', now that's love from a distance, look
[Verse 5]
And I put that on bro, I ain't trippin'
Talkin' actors, they know who to mention
I could tell that they know that I'm gifted
Her shit water, no faucet, it's drippin'
Oh, act bad then, I'ma bend that ass over and smack it
Oh, act bad then, get to throwin' them bullets like Madden
She wanna go to the mall and go grab shit
She keep talkin' her shit 'cause her ass did
It get tough in the ride, better fasten
**** hide when it's action
Watch her ride, shit like magic
Bullets fire, shit get tragic
[Verse 6]
Walk through, missile on me
Show me some' different, baby
You don't wanna get to know me
If I get this Rollie for you, they gon' end up hatin' on you
Girl, I don't do dates but this big-body 'Burban, girl, I sent it for you
I don't even trust bitches, how'd I end up into you? Huh?
Police on my body like I got a shottie with me
She actin' naughty, I know she want me to spank it (Vroom)
Hop in this 'Rari we can be fly together
Fuck bein' basic
Lotta **** wanna talk behind us
But it's good I never say shit
[Verse 7]
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it
We catch a opp, no waitin', like
We just gon' up in broad day, shit
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin', like
[Verse 8]
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like
He think he it, but he not though
She let me hit in a Tahoe
Made eighty packs off a iPhone
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
[Verse 9]
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money
She like stars and double Rs, I like them thotties
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Cashmere Small, Fred Wesley, Hachidai Nakamura, James Brown, John Starks, Qwayshawn Cannon, Rokusuke Ei, Thom Bell
