Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G.L.A.M.
Performer
Black Caviar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nacolbie Edwards
Songwriter
Patrick Nissley
Composer
Jared Piccone
Composer
Troy Hinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Caviar
Producer
Lyrics
I got what they want
know I got some bangin’ for the buck
I was in a rut but I had to get my ass up
It’s official that I do not give a fuck
Cookies for the lunch
Bringin all the smoke to you runtz
California where I’m from
Yeah we go dumb, I ain’t talkin tunes when we funk
Cause I bring the bump to make em jump
I could care less if you feelin me
I can sense when that energy be finicky
Twist the knob and it’s locked but I been a key
Bouta come with all the winds, like I been a breeze
See I’ma slick spitter
Got a old soul but I’m still a young tender
Real recognize real and they pretenders
Last call anybody goin up with us?
Who dat
hopped in a new bag
No wonder you mad
I’m where the true at
Fuck is y’all doin
A whole lotta nada
I been in the cut gettin paid off my palabras
Esta no su casa
This is my shit
And if we playin tag then you know that I’m it
More than a threat you can call me a promise
And I’m getting to the punch like I’m on some prom shit
Can you call me? I can’t call it
It got dropped cause I’m somewhere in the tropics
No signal check fiber optics
I don’t really have opps but always had options
I’ma get it all in due timing
Don’t you know that pressure make diamonds?
I don’t mind that I gotta remind em
When they hear this shit they gon’ pause and rewind it
Written by: Jared Piccone, Nacolbie Edwards, Patrick Nissley, Troy Hinson