Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coco O.
Coco O.
Songwriter
Marcel Korkutata
Marcel Korkutata
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Angie Randisi
Angie Randisi
Recording Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Mars
Mars
Producer

Lyrics

We all want someone Made it out the trenches, this type of life I can get used to Number one on YouTube, private dinner in Malibu Show you how to work your stick Ain't nobody gone handle you Put you in a Phantom cause you my lil boo Ready for whatever, I tie up my boots Everybody goin' the same route so I switched up my route Niggas ain't what they be talking bout so I switched up my crew Actin' like you love me knowin' it's flaw so I'm gone fake it too What else am I supposed to do? Aware of my surroundings, Ion fuck wit y'all, don't come around me Baby switched up how that sound? Like a nigga in his feelings You can't name something I did flaw, I'm a dying breed of the realest Ain't never worry 'bout another nigga so in that case I'm the biggest I been travelin' around the world, my pivots still ain't left the business She got everything I want, ain't no need to fuck wit these bitches You can go and have a lil fun, Ian gone trip baby, I get it I ain't bullshitin in this game, wherever this plane land I'm the littest nigga there Turn ya back on me, I ain't even care If you need me, I'm still gone be there Tell me how the fuck is this shit fair Switch on who? I wouldn't dare Fuck them too, I'm prepared I run shit, get that clear Heart broke, can't drop no tears Was what it was, is what it is California breeze, take her out to eat Stop at a lil party End up at the big house I can't fuck wit shawty, cause she got a big mouth Pull up in a 'rari, hop out like a big dog Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it Majority of 'em folded but I'm still solid I'm still out here, still don't know how to feel about it Early in the morning talkin' to Marquis about it Wonderin' should I let it go, or, we beefin' bout it Knowin' that I'll go cold on you for weeks about it And it wasn't even that deep but that's just how we be with me I can't lie, she be fuckin' me good but girl you fuck me better I'm not surprised that you stereotype me to be a lil guy But if I can have a second of yo time, try to elevate yo mind We can crush 'em on every level, I'm tellin' you I fell in love with generating revenue I know they gone try to push you from the top, so, I'm careful I put niggas under my wing like they my nephew I'ma give you every piece of game I got when I catch you I'm just tryna let you feel the breeze (with me) California breeze, take her out to eat Stop at a lil party End up at the big house I can't fuck with shawty cause she got a big mouth Pull up in a 'rari, hop out like a big dog Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it Majority of 'em folded but I'm still solid No, no, no, no I'm supposed to be gone But, shit, where I'm gone go? Tryna hold it in, I can't let this shit show It can't be forced, it don't work, let it go I try to tell you, you act like you know
Writer(s): Shane Lee Lindstrom, Dominique Jones, Marcel Korkutata, Coco Maja Hastrup Karshoej Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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