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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Songwriter
August Moon
August Moon
Songwriter
William Thomas
William Thomas
Songwriter
Dennis Lambert
Dennis Lambert
Songwriter
Brian Potter
Brian Potter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Producer
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Recording Engineer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Euglen Tanci
Euglen Tanci
Recording Engineer
Drü Oliver
Drü Oliver
Engineer
Stan Green
Stan Green
Mixing Engineer
Master Plan
Master Plan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Aye, you gon' hold me down, mama? Best believe in me, daddy, now what you 'bout to do? Secure another win, just to bring it back and empower you The other dude I was with We ain't talkin' about that coward, boo 'Cause you my lil' sis, so don't turn that pussy into sour fruit Never that, let me rap Fuck the cap, 'cause girls is players too, remember that? Yeah, you know just how to act, oh yeah You learn from the best, that's a fact If a nigga violate you, I'ma black Be cautious, was raised by teachers that was flawless We 'bout to make 'em nauseous Forget about the flaws, you know I'm gorgeous Talk that shit, yeah You love it when I talk my shit Mm-hmm, you know just who the boss is We got a lot, peep the way these niggas fuckin' with the bop Pray on our downfall like we supposed to stop Shit is funny, right? How we get money, like- (in indescribable ways they can't copy) You niggas know my body Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots 'Cause we gon' spend whatever Luxury life, we livin' over the top No one can do it better They try to reject, so I ain't ever alone Ay, ay, ay, ay You talk too much, your friends is callin' my phone (Callin' my phone, callin' my phone) Yo, every time that I touch it, you know it's flammable The game that I be feedin' you, hope you got some collateral The way I function, you tryna figure out my mechanicals Fuck flowers, it's time to give me the whole botanical See, when I pull up and park in the intersection When you see me, you supposed to see yourself in my reflection The sunlight reflectin' off the moon If you don't mention me as one of the greatest Your train of thought is no exception Mm, come on Busta, I'm immaculate The way I'm attackin' these bitches, trackin' it They askin' how I'm havin' it Put numbers on the board, Billboard That's where I'm trappin' at Big plaques, platinum and gold up in my habitat Living my best life, why they mad at that? Already went number one, yeah, they could have it back I don't even drive, I just sit and roll up in the back He wanna get high then slide up in this kitty cat (kitty cat) Pop another bottle, pour a couple of shots 'Cause we gon' spend whatever Luxury life, we livin' over the top No one can do it better They try to reject so I ain't ever alone Ay, ay, ay, ay You talk too much, your friends is callin' my phone (Callin' my phone, callin' my phone)
Writer(s): Dennis Earle Lambert, Brian Potter, Trevor Smith, August Moon, Coi Leray Collins, Andrew D. Oliver, William Tyrone Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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