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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Juan Guerrieri-Maril
Juan Guerrieri-Maril
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Bigram Zayas
Bigram Zayas
Songwriter
Xavier Martínez
Xavier Martínez
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Emmanuel Dionisopoulos
Emmanuel Dionisopoulos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z3N
Z3N
Producer
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Aaron "Dash" Sherrod
Executive Producer
Frank Criddell
Frank Criddell
Executive Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
DVLP
DVLP
Producer
Horace Walls Jr.
Horace Walls Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Drop your location, she think she me or sum' (Hendrix) Put on my chains, now she think she me or sum' She keep a Glock in her bag, she think she me or sum' (Pluto) VVS rocks with the cash, she think she me or sum' (keep it Z3N) Came out hustlin' with the bag, oh no I can't get into the gossip Bitch can't see me in binoculars Run it up, check up with Prada You runnin' your racks up, I'm proud of you All bad bitch eat seafood Took the hot box on the detour Came back, red on the bottom of her shoe Postin' the devil, she thinkin' she me or sum' Canary yellow, she thinkin' she me or sum' Step like a stepper, she drippin' Emilio Pucci She think she me or sum' She barely ever poppin' outside But when she do (when she do), tryna kill sum' My number one hitter, always movin' in silence She the truth, real one You can ask her if she gang, gang She gon' tell you she rep the same thing I do (yeah) She not my main thing But on the weekends, she lovin' my crew, lovin' my crew She said she got a man, I act deaf, I don't hear her Come here, girl, stop playin', let me put in your liver (put it in your liver) Eat what's in my pants, bae, don't gotta go to dinner I stole her heart, thou shall not steal, I'm sorry, I'm a sinner Let her put my chains on, now she think she me or somethin' Got a special ringtone, when it beep, I know she comin' She just put her hair on, she just think she flee or somethin' Nardo hit that G spot, when she scream, I know she cummin' I put her in LV, on my feet is LV I think I'm a lover boy, sing to your bitch like Elvis My bitch in the front seat, my other bitch in back seat Nardo, who your other bitch? I'm talkin' 'bout my choppy Know I keep a bankroll, baby, count my bankroll Put it in your purse, she say, "It's too much, bae, it won't go Too much, bae, it won't fold, too much, bae, I'm gon' tote" I know I got a lot of y'all, but, baby, you my favorite hoe She love me, she love me not She love me, she love me not She love me, she love me not She love me, she love me not Baby in this bitch like, "Let me through here", I need millions for the new year Send a threat, I send my crew there Know they hate how big I blew up Got that check for real, went Audemars Piguet and bought my boo one Think my favorite car's my blue one, pop that shit for real, I do this Put my heart inside my safe deposit box 'cause I ain't gon' use it I made 40 million last year, and that's just off my music I done finally got the mothafuckin' ball, and I ain't gon' lose it Seem like everybody snoozin' while I'm steadily improvin' I get money like I'm Jewish, I'm gon' be the one She got all them bracelets up her arm, look like she me or somethin' She get new Chanel whenever she want like it's free or somethin' I been buyin' Birkin bags for bitches like they three for one Excuse my French, I'm sorry, momma, this Phantom cost five hunnid I been lit for five summers, everyone know how I'm comin' Real exotic bags for 35, we got our side pumpin' Niggas don't want war with us, I spin until my last hunnid, yeah Rackies on rackies, now she think she me or sum' Dressin' like she tecky, now she think she me or sum' Count up cash really fast, now she think she me or sum' Keep the extendo in her bag, now she think she me or sum' Walked in with a baddie, now she think she me or sum' Gon' drop the addy, now she think she me or sum' Bust down an Audemars, now she think she me or sum' Cop another foreign car, now she think she me or sum' Bitch don't need a stylist, she must think she me or sum' Always goin' viral, she must think she me or sum' Turn up on a bad hoe, she must think she me or sum' Diamonds on her rings and her chain, think she me or sum' Posted up, runnin' with her gang, think she me or sum' Flawless, Freeband gang, reppin' like she me or sum' Yeah, Pluto Wicked Nardo, you got you one with this one
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Bigram John Zayas, Donny Flores, Dominique Jones, Juan Guerrieri Maril, Horace Walls, Xavier Martinez, Emmanuel Dionisopoulos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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