Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AB
AB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fat Money
Fat Money
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maroon Riddimz
Maroon Riddimz
Mixing Engineer
Chase Davis
Chase Davis
Producer
Naif Alkhamri
Naif Alkhamri
Mixing Engineer
Azak Jr
Azak Jr
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Baby wake up Oi Taste daves on the beat, yea Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Pull up valet lift the door My car still was running Walk out your bitch life like I walked off the field or something Ab why you make the goat retire? What's your deal or something Buffalo skin on my coat She think I play for the bills or something She want to drive the boat I'm tripping I'm thinking she talking about a yacht Roberto cavali all over my body I'm dripping all over the spot This ain't no regular birkin bag This was one made out of crop (crop) Two fifty to put on my socks I gotta ball, how could I not? Three hundred to put on my watch This is a mink no not a fox We ain't supposed to make it this far We really had came from the block (block) We ain't supposed to take it this far We taking this shit to the top (top) Bet on mе this shit a lot (lot) Counting me out, you a op (op) Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on (Hey) Jacking YSL, nevеr met thug I can't fuck with her, she too extra Plug her up like a tesla (Uh) Think I may be running bucks up Hundred buck club with my gun tucked All black like a uber truck was All purple like was in the cut was Gave her rough sex call it tough love Go to Mexico see the plug plug Send it to you though call it grub hub Up a dub, put it in the dub club Big plays he gone clear the whole scene I done linked with Ye, they done fucked up Rose gold AP bust up Calling her selena, all the new celines Shit ain't even fair, we the super team Get your money win your super bowl ring G6 she gone chew the whole thing Tom Ford on my dick when I dream She gone want to eat the dick through the jeans Wiper blues on my neck like its creed You could still smell the stench when I leave Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on Put that shit on
Writer(s): Julian C Davis, David James Morse, Antonio Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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