Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle Gee
Kyle Gee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Gilmer
Kyle Gilmer
Composer
Daryl Wiltz
Daryl Wiltz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Gee
Kyle Gee
Recording Engineer
CJBeats
CJBeats
Producer
Tom Wier
Tom Wier
Recording Engineer
Roland Hayes
Roland Hayes
Executive Producer

Lyrics

We'll cut your tongue out if you think about lying I been in the field like I play for the 9ers I just got a steal bitch, I play with the iron I ain't Chaka Khan, but I've been through the fire I'ma live it up 'cause I ain't scared to die And your niggas could get killed if they fuck with the guys They said I couldn't do this, but I still had to try I just want that money, bitch, it's all on my mind She just wanna fuck me, fuck me all of the time Bitch, you know I'm finna get the bag tonight Bitch, you know I gotta keep the strap on the side Big body tint but you know what's inside Hit a bad bitch from the back and the side I hit a bad bitch from the back and the side Give her back, she hit decline I give her back, she hit decline Bitch, you blocked, get off my line Out the mud, I'm on my grind This the last summer I'ma sweat at night This the last winter without heat all night Open up the business, mix some bands with the tide Coronavirus hoe'd me, now I'm outside Act like you know this Angels got my back but you know I'm chosen I'm a real nigga, and you know she know this We some rich niggas and you know, you know this I'm taking out the trash with my pistol loaded You know I'm from the trap, and I'm on my old shit Bitch, I got them sticks out hocus-pocus If she come to see me then I know she soakin' They said I couldn't do this, but I still had to try I just want that money, bitch, it's all on my mind She just wanna fuck me, fuck me all of the time Bitch, you know I'm finna get the bag tonight Bitch, you know I gotta keep the strap on the side Big body tint but you know what's inside Hit a bad bitch from the back and the side I hit a bad bitch from the back and the side I got so many bitches they fuckin' all my friends Curry with the shot, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lens Bitch I'm balling on a thot, yeah, yeah, I'm setting trends On the block asking God to forgive all of my sins She gon' fuck but not just because I'm riding in a Benz I can't fall in love 'til you make it make sense 'Cause you wasn't starving with me every day was lent Break a hundred hearts then I gotta go repent Pull up with a drum, I got them bands on me Let a nigga try me, nigga, you gon' see The girl of your dreams to me is so weak I'ma pull up on your bitch and she gon' suck the whole D Yeah, yeah She said it's so sweet she got a big throat, but she stay choking That's yo' bitch, but she claim she love me Big body Benz, she like, "Pull up on me" Bad bitch with me and she twerking on me Bad bitch on me and she twerking on me Bad bitches with me and they twerking on me Bad bitches with me and they- Bad bitch with me and they twerking on me Bad bitch with me and they twerking on me Bad bitches with me and they twerking on me All my niggas rich, so they put it on me They said I couldn't do this, but I still had to try I just want that money, bitch, it's all on my mind She just wanna fuck me, fuck me all of the time Bitch, you know I'm finna get the bag tonight Bitch, you know I gotta keep the strap on the side Big body tint but you know what's inside Hit a bad bitch from the back and the side I hit a bad bitch from the back and the side Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Daryl Wiltz, Kyle Gilmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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