Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheem Kluaf
Performer
DreamDoll
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barsheem Faulk
Songwriter
Tabatha Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spiritual Vibes
Producer
Lyrics
she done called my name 3 times already
I done told her once before she wasn’t ready
I just need a dime who would ride like she Lety
She said I’ll be that if you let me
She like Sheem when you coming home
I know you trappin but right now I feel alone
I could put you in ice that look like snow cone
You ain’t gotta question baby you know what we on
I can get you hair done
Toes done nails done
Big bag I could put you in Chanel ones
Could see your halo got me questioning where you fell from
These hoes wanna sing on my mic but I done shelved em
It’s just me and you
It’s just you and me
Ain’t no question baby I love you for free
I’d go blind before it’s you I couldn’t see
The seed of thoughts I wanna start a family tree
Big house for the shelter
Trappin out of shelters
You was praying for me they was praying on my failure
Selling white girl for that banks like Azalea
Plus her pussy wet and she popping call it seltzer
Aquamarine sheem locked in like Sing Sing
Us like the 92’ Olympics that’s the dream team
She fell in love with a hot boy singing bling bling
A hundred grams on the table that’s a feens dream
She like sheem I’m a afraid for you
But its just a normal day for you
I know it’s bout the pay for you
But please don’t let these people take me away from you
I can get you hair done
Toes done nails done
Big bag I could put you in Chanel ones
Could see your halo got me questioning where you fell from
These hoes wanna sing on my mic but I done shelved em
It’s just me and you
It’s just you and me
Ain’t no question baby I love you for free
I’d go blind before it’s you I couldn’t see
The seed of thoughts I wanna start a family tree
It’s just you and me against the world on some Pac shit
He matching my energy we coming to shock shit
Money only impresses somebody who aint got shit
And these bitches PH off bitches is toxic
We don’t be on petty shit
We be in the zone
Said he need a ice cream Dream bring me the cone
You pull up in that new Rolls truck dripping in stones
Now you talking my love language Rosetta Stone
We should get on
Promise to make me moan
He ask me if it’s his I told him it was just a loan
The only **** that could ever leave me is alone
The only way to put a ring on it is on my phone
I can get you hair done
Toes done nails done
Big bag I could put you in Chanel ones
Could see your halo got me questioning where you fell from
These hoes wanna sing on my mic but I done shelved em
It’s just me and you
It’s just you and me
Ain’t no question baby I love you for free
I’d go blind before it’s you I couldn’t see
The seed of thoughts I wanna start a family tree
Written by: Barsheem Faulk, Tabatha Robinson