Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paeka Campos
Songwriter
Lyrics
Shining on bitches it's too easy
I just got me a couple new pieces
Flooding at the bank gotta leave
You salty, I'm seasoned
Just came down with a breeze, and
I'm too cool with the drip all water like beaches
Leaving Bitches speechless
All non verbal and she still can't reach me
Don't save numbers dm me if you need me
Reaching in my bag your shit decreasing
We just laugh at you hyenas
Been on the court you bums on bleachers
Running up clocks I'll barely do a feature
Running on blocks just to get to them cleaners
You gone cough when you see me Like fever
I run up checks in my sleep like streamers
Now I'm gone switch up the flow like liters
Hoes acting out, get saved by Jesus
Money don't run me I run the A
Hoes got some books talking down on my name
Name any spot that you think I can't take
And don't act too shocked when I get first place
Bad lil bitch gone shake it in the south
Touching my toes I throw it like a pro
You know how we do gold grills who you
All up in they face i still got a big mouth
don't try to flex you can't do what I do
Name seven places I haven't & you flew
Couple hundred bands, yea I got a few
You the type of bitch to be drinking mountain dew - or
Since I was a jit it's shown I was juuuuuddddyyyyy
Top of my class while bitches was fooling
You can ask him but he still gone choose me
He don't ever wanna lose me
Buy me a house go get me a jacuzzi
Get me a big ole diamond like uzi
Keep your circle tight I don't like nun loosey
Im his little berry he call me lil juicy
Always talking bout he wanna consume me
Tell me that he love me & his love keep Blooming
Got a few old bitches Fuming
They gone stay mad and stay Assuming
Hoes couldn't fuck with me if they could
We be lighting weed like yo mama should
Fake ass hater you a pom Pom scrub
Yea I made it big and I really from the hood
Catch me on the plane on the way to Hollywood
Be there for a day
Know I'm going for the bag
I don't really even like to look at price tags
Sorry if you peeping that I kinda like to lag
He know he ain't leaving and I don't even mean to Brag
Written by: Paeka Campos
