Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatpocket
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stevon Bruten
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gentle Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, shake her ass (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, tell her shake her ass (Run that back)
Ayy, go and pop tags (One of them ones)
Ayy
Pocket go and pop the tags, make her shake her ass (Shake it)
Pocket, he got hella cash, he got hella fame (Hella)
I know how it feel, trappin' hard through your phone (I do, brrt)
Ice drippin' water, I got certified stone (Ice)
All the bitches, all the money, all the ice over here (Yeah)
You be scared, go to church, lose your life over here, over here
Every day, I be countin' up that cake (Up that cake)
Break the bank, what the fuck **** think? (What you thinkin'?)
The nerve of 'em (Ayy), swerve on 'em (Swerve)
Fucked around and I hit the curb on 'em (Curb)
I feel like fuck a **** (Fuck a ****), I'm a trucker, **** (Trucker)
I'm a ball player, hoppin' like a rookie, **** (Swish)
They got to let me in, this another Benz (This another Benz)
I'm a cartel ****, I'm a Mexican (Mexican)
Bring a truckload (Truckload), ain't no, "Uh-oh" (Ain't no, "Uh-oh)
Keep your mouth closed or we gon' up pole (Baow)
Ain't never had shit, I know that I pop it hard (Pop it hard)
Half a million worth of cars in the front yard (Skrrt)
I keep a bag comin', I like fast money (I like fast money)
That lil' shit you braggin' 'bout, boy, that's dad's money (That ain't shit)
I'm a Florida boy (I'm a Florida boy), I'm a seminar (Seminar)
Real life trapper, label me a criminal (Criminal)
Tell me how you want it (How you want it?), tell me how you need it (What you needin'?)
I'ma come and beat that pussy down, then I'm leavin'
In the old school (Old school), at the chauffeur (Chauffer)
When you big dog, you ain't got no room (Nah, no room)
I got blow tales (Blow tales) from them hotels (From them hotels)
I got blow tales, all these dope sells (All these dope sales)
Haha
Written by: Stevon Bruten

