Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Spoor
Alexander Spoor
Songwriter
Mark Smid
Mark Smid
Songwriter
Eddy Eraly
Eddy Eraly
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yes
Yes
Yeah
You might never, ever, ever get your cash back
Yeah I'm out here singing to your bitch, call me Jack Black
Yeah I'm Batman!
I'm dressed in matte black
You got about an hour then I gotta take a catnap
I been looking for an hour, where the fuck is your ass at?
Yeah I want twelve mil, call me Casey Neistat
Damn he got a whole lotta hoes, where the class at?
Fuck that
He got a whole lotta O's, where the stash at?
Fuck that
He gotta see me if he want his lil' gas back
I see you got the gun ready
But lil' homie where the mags at?
White boy about to drop the bomb on them
Call it Baghdad
Okay, them opinions kinda good but where the facts at?
I just seen your lil' payment come in, yes
But where the tax at?
That pussy got some pussy, good for you
Let's call it cat-cat
She can suck it while I'm sleeping
She can empty out the napsack
She trying to see my logic
I'm a fully white half-black
Yeah I made her feel like
Whooo!
I be killing it like
Whooo!
Ain't no topping it like
Whooo!
Ain't no stopping it like
Whooo!
Go and read about it
Shawty listen too much SZA
Now she Kill Bill
When I write my will
Did you want a mil, still?
Written by: Alexander Spoor, Eddy Eraly, Mark Smid
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