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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Vory
Vory
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Songwriter
Dov Seltzer
Dov Seltzer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Pooh You A Fool
Pooh You A Fool
Co-Producer
Seanmom
Seanmom
Co-Producer
David “TropDavinci” Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Javier Merino Valverde
Javier Merino Valverde
Mixing Engineer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Hey! Ay, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways Ay, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names Know that she came with y'all, she leavin' with us, and nigga, that's okay Okay, okay, okay Nigga, that's okay She know, and it's fat, okay, she makin' it clap I get to that paper, I'm spendin', I'm savin', as soon as I wake up, I'm makin' it back She wanna fuck with me bad, I'm knowin' it I'm tryna make her relax Pull out that foreign you around me, it's over with Give a fuck if you makin' it snap Walk right in the club, go straight to the back Gave shorty a dub, and they made her attack One time, I fucked her, I told her I love her, I woke up and text her, "I'm takin' it back" Jheeze, I keep bad bitches on they knees They goin' savage if I say, "Please" None of my bitches is average, they tee'd I'm gettin' yucked up in the back of the V Mixed with the 12, spittin' out fire and givin' them hell These niggas be hatin', my wrist is on water Shit, I'm just surprised they ain't wishin' me well I had put a lil' Patek on shorty 'cause when I did time, she was sendin' me mail Ay, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways Ay, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names Know that she came with y'all, she leavin' with us, and nigga, that's okay Bal Harbour with my drop top, laughin' niggas like, "Haha" Rich nigga don't walk fast, we courtside, few high-fives Bad bitch, low income, I fix that, and then some My young boy be (21) Got a big stick, might limp somethin', bad bitch be dumbfound Her friends wanna come around, black bottles, that's one round In the night with gun sounds, grandiose my repertoire Car show, I set the bar, sidestep that fed charge Free Slime, all red cars, grandiose, I define Money pile be knee-high Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time Money pile be knee-high, money pile be knee-high Ay, two bad bitches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways Ay, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names Know that she came with y'all, she leavin' with us, and nigga, that's okay Nigga, that's okay Maybach Music
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, William Leonard Roberts, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Sean Momberger, Javon Hollins Tavoris, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Unknown, Tahj Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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