Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sha Gz
Sha Gz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shavar Williams
Shavar Williams
Songwriter
Devon Averett
Devon Averett
Songwriter
Charlton Howard
Charlton Howard
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Robert Richardson
Robert Richardson
Songwriter
Khaled Rohaim
Khaled Rohaim
Songwriter
Corbin Smidzik
Corbin Smidzik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devon Averett
Devon Averett
Producer

Lyrics

(Ditty we 'bout to be rich, baby) Like I cannot love all that shit is not meant for me If you riding, better sit with me Is you gon' be there when shit get lit for me? Late night, tell that nigga you missing me How the fuck did I let that bitch get to me? Like, damn, you ain't shit to me And I need you, you ain't feeling me So when I see you, don't be feeling me She like Sha, you a goat Keep on rapping, you gon' blow When I'm fucking her good, she be curling her toes And she like when I'm fucking her soul When I grab on her butt, put my hand on her throat And if I get up with you, nobody gon' know To ya crib, I'm bringing my pole If it's oppy, I will not go Let me know if it's rocky 30 clip, just in case they move oppy I'ma flick, they can't stop me Bullets punching, we beat 'em like Ali (on the strip) Like stay beside me, anything that you want, I'm like, "Copy" (I'm the shit) And it's wocky, she move funny, but stay tryna watch me, 'cause I'm rich, like I really gave you my trust, like I-I really showed you enough You all in my phone, tryna see who I'm cuffin' Only call me when you wanted to fuck Late nights, wit' it tucked It was just me and you, now it's us Somebody calling (like), bitch, I won't pick up I cannot love all that shit is not meant for me If you riding, better sit with me Is you gon' be there when shit get lit for me? Late night, tell that nigga you missing me How the fuck did I let that bitch get to me? Like, damn, you ain't shit to me And I need you, you ain't feeling me So when I see you, don't be feeling me She like Sha, you a goat Keep on rapping, you gon' blow When I'm fucking her good, she be curling her toes And she like when I'm fucking her soul When I grab on her butt, put my hand on her throat And if I get up with you, nobody gon' know To ya crib, I'm bringing my pole If It's oppy, I will not go Let me know if it's rocky 30 clip, just in case they move oppy I'ma flick, they can't stop me Bullets punching, we beat 'em like Ali (on the strip) Like stay beside me, anything that you want, I'm like,"Cop it" (I'm the shit) And it's wocky, she move funny, but stay tryna watch me (because I'm lit)
Writer(s): Ryan Vojtesak, Robert Richardson, Corbin Smidzik, Charlton Howard, Shavar Williams, Devon Averett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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