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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jadagrace
Jadagrace
Vocals
SWIM
SWIM
Vocals
TJOnline
TJOnline
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jadagrace Michiko Gordy-Nash
Jadagrace Michiko Gordy-Nash
Songwriter
Tyson Coy Stewart
Tyson Coy Stewart
Songwriter
Tyrel Jackson Williams
Tyrel Jackson Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connie
Connie
Producer
Marshall Bryant
Marshall Bryant
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
TJOnline
TJOnline
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Go Go Go Go GT in this hoe All your friends is faux Go Go Go Go GT head to toe All your friends is faux I'm fly as a feather, you tired as leather Rain dance, I change up the weather It's raining it's pouring, I'm scoring forever Who do you want, Brittany or Heather I can not decide between Ruby or Tiffany You making music and we making history Can't understand just what losing you did to me Making me sick, only equipped to get rich Nigga that's it, that it, that's it, that's it, that's it We 'gon get rich, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it We 'gon get rich, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it I'm on yo shit, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit I told you last year that I'm done with the flexing I don't like to call It, I don't even text it I'm down in Atlanta, I'm down at the Metro I'm shooting the (shhh) yeah that shit confidential I'm happy I'm lucky I'm blessed I'll admit it I'm hot as some magma, I'm hot as a skillet I'm hot as a businessman neck When his mistress is hitting him saying she's willing to spill it I bossed up I don't want a boss I don't want a car I want a hundred cars I don't want a dollar want to cut checks I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard Yeah hm, yeah hm I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard Yeah hm, yeah hm I don't want a card, I want a - Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Hello it's Jada I'm paid as a lake I hate on a hater My pocket demeanor is greener than nature I move like the mayor, or heir of the queen Jada in there, I'ma air out the scene Shit isn't fair 'ion care what you mean? When I wake up I get straight to the cream, it's very routine Really I'm playing around, yo nigga dig me he stay in the ground They treat your girl like I play in the crown Call up the block and they laying you down, I stay in a sound I'm not your bitch, I don't stay in the pound Stay in the yard, I don't play on the ground I'm in your face, play with me now Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit Do yo shit best friend, do yo shit
Writer(s): Edward Johnson, Tyrel Jackson Williams, Coy Tyson Stewart, Jadagrace Michiko Gordy Nash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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