Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CasinoTheDon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacobi Pollard
Songwriter
Jaden Cash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZEST OFFICIAL
Producer
Leon Edwards
Producer
Lyrics
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha! I'm blowin trees cause I see em throwin shade
**** steady talkin down, knowin damn well I ain't phased
Baby if you come around, put a smile up on my face
Neighbors say they hearing sounds, cause we hittin right away
I know it's hard but, can you be discreet for me
You in the club wit that hoe, but she gon leave with me
When I hit the bank and walk out wit bout like 50 Gs
And no nooo, don't get too close, get three a piece
Gotta let the bullshit goooo
Shawty mad I don't do what she wantttt
Knowin that you loving these stonessss
Knowin that I gotta send you homeeee
Like why I'm leaving, she think I'm deceiving
Imma cut you off if you wrong for one reason
Imma do you wrong, but imma play along
Baby we can fuck but you won't catch us in the mall
Ha! I'm blowin trees cause I see em throwin shade
**** steady talkin down, knowin damn well I ain't phased
Baby if you come around, put a smile up on my face
Neighbors say they hearing sounds, cause we hittin right away
I know it's hard but, can you be discreet for me
You in the club wit that hoe, but she gon leave with me
When I hit the bank and walk out wit bout like 50 Gs
And no nooo, don't get too close, get three a piece
Millions on my mental got me scheming on the grand plot
Big pimping, small shit kill me like The Sandlot
So don't ask me if I'm fuckin wit the perkys, cause I am not
Baby on my dick she in my likes just like the spam bots
Forgive my language I'll just cut to the chase
You should come back to the crib and let me...
What I'm thinkin kinda wild but I'm not one to fake
Hope you callin outta work because we stayin up late
Uh, Yeah
And my ambition my alarm clock
I been up by 8am but I know y'all not
I got em jumpin out they shit just like they draws hot
Early in the morning she on top jus like a bald spot
Say she hate the lames but let all of em hit
Say she high class all her **** ain't shit
Shawty always got a bag and always late on her rent
Sino all about his chips and that's a hunnid percent
I'm blowin trees cause I see em throwin shade
**** steady talkin down, knowin damn well I ain't phased
Baby if you come around, put a smile up on my face
Neighbors say they hearing sounds, cause we hittin right away
I know it's hard but, can you be discreet for me
You in the club wit that hoe, but she gon leave with me
When I hit the bank and walk out wit bout like 50 Gs
And no nooo, don't get too close, get three a piece
Written by: Jacobi Pollard, Jaden Cash