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OH BOY (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kash Doll
Kash Doll
Vocals
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Vocals
Djbj 3525
Djbj 3525
Vocals
RiskTaker D-Boy
RiskTaker D-Boy
Vocals
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arkeisha Knight
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Reuel Walker
Reuel Walker
Songwriter
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Dwayne Williams
Dwayne Williams
Songwriter
Marc A. Smith
Marc A. Smith
Songwriter
Jaylen Arthur Cantrell
Jaylen Arthur Cantrell
Songwriter
Carlos
Carlos
Songwriter
Deshawn Fischer
Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
Joseph Robinson
Joseph Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Reuel stop playing
Producer
Joseph McFashion
Joseph McFashion
Engineer
Kaleb Kquick Rollins
Kaleb Kquick Rollins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

So they been asking where I been at (uh) Bitch, I been busy Nigga, I don't be playing them games Man, I'm still one phone call away But you can tell 'em we back Matter fact Let 'em know we never left Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz) My friend group compared to yours is different kind of bitches It's two types, one who talk money and who get it This ain't the same roll from last night 'cause I spent it My pointers so big, they keep falling off my pendant Dior 1s, twelve thousand each shoe Think I got a cold, it's salt water in my pool The rest of my life, I gotta live by one rule Remind myself every day not to dress like you Y'all ain't making no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy? Big boss, I'll hold my wrist up and ho boy What should I drive today, the Bentley or the Rolls Royce? I put this Cuban on and have my whole clothes moist Spilling Perrier, somebody get a mop It got boring in a mansion, started sleeping on a yacht You ain't used to having motion, only living off the clout (ha) It's some hoes that's gone play with you but me? I will not, I can not (ay) All my bitches thick as Keisha and they got cash (and they got cash) Every time we get a drop, spin the block fast I get real dough, boy, but I'm not Cash When I leave the house I know for sho I got my mask (baow) I love to ice my bitch out, she ice me out too (ice me out) Youngest nigga in the city plain drop coupe (ha) Catch a opp with his bitch, she get shot too Every bitch in the city wanna know what I do (fa, fa, fa, fa) (What that boy do?) Bitch, I get cash, find a opp block, spin the shit fast (skrrt) Big dash, on the drop Benz, I get whiplash (skrrt) Catch a opp in a fishbowl make his shit crash Put a bitch on 'em, she gon put 'em in a trick bag Me, I got a big bag, all my bitches come with good pussy and a big ass Spend the bo money, all the show money get stashed Point me to a big body Benz, I could just crash (ha) (Gangsta Grizzillz) Oh, boy, I done jumped inside my big and zipped it up First dream was a mil' then it touched and wasn't enough I told you way before we fucked, we just fuckin', it ain't love See me shootin' with my chain on, I said it wasn't us, we stretch shit Know I'm him, we should've never left Bitch, I bought my bitch a, that shit got my ex sick It ain't just my wrist and my fingers Bitch, you know my whole neck lit Add myself to a account like this shit was Netflix Don't fuck with me, tied our heart together, bitch, you stuck with me She should sign to G-Unit, her kit worth a buck 50 Get on your ass in old fashion, you know we love switches Prayed to a shooting star but he ain't make enough wishes You know I boot up, suit up, come right in the house I DM, then pull up, cum right in her mouth The snowfall in the city, so I'm flying 'em south If he hiding in the crib, we fire bombin' the house, it's easy He woke up with a .223 in his dread (baow) And he gon' reap what he sow, the chops shoot needle and thread (rrt) You never see me 'cause I'm deep in my bag I treat his bitch like a tampon and leave her on read (Leave her on read) She was dreaming 'bout the dick, damn near peed in the bed Bitch keep beggin' for it, we Felicia and Craig (Felicia and Craig) Hit his bitch now I got permanent seats in his head Fifty clip curl like the first piece of the bread (baow, baow) Ayy, Jimmy Butler, big heat with long extensions (ayy) Bought my bitch a rose gold choker, Homer Simpson Now she on my chocolate 'cause she heard I got the golden ticket All these fucking poles like I'm photogenic, nigga, hold up, ayy Yeah, I'm fresh as hell, take me a photo But not with all these motherfuckin' dorks, take me a solo Swiped the rental with a fake ID, made it a stolo He bought a chain, please tell me it's real, K-Ci and JoJo (ay, Risk) They like, "Why he start rappin'? He done served the whole city" (sheesh) My bitch in school for nursing and still on the road with me (Let's go) Turn around for fifty pros 'bout to burn a hole in me (uh-huh) If he short me on that bread I'm gon' burn a hole in 'em (brrt) I'm like Master P, I ain't got no limit (let's go) Niggas start and now they I finish (finish) Niggas start it then I finish (finish) I did on my own, I ain't borrow niggas' image (nah) I was on the block mixing rock like a chemist (whip it) Got the fiends lined up at the spot like a scrimmage (uh-huh, okay) I be passing out testers every day like it's Christmas Dope talk, give it to me straight, fuck the code talk First off, don't ever ask me how much a fuckin' bo cost Shiesty, hit this bitch three times like I don't know, dawg I'm Mike Vick, my trap still slappin', but no dog A nigga try to punch, I'ma slide, nigga, no frog And y'all can't get no boy around this bitch 'Cause we don't know y'all
Writer(s): David Jackson, Arkeisha Knight, Reuel Ethan Walker, Mark Anthony Smith, Joseph Robinson, Dwayne Williams, Trevon Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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