制作

出演艺人
Sauce Walka
Sauce Walka
声乐
作曲和作词
Albert Walker Mondane
Albert Walker Mondane
词曲作者
制作和工程
Iceman Chamberlain
Iceman Chamberlain
制作人
Sauce Miyagi
Sauce Miyagi
混音工程师
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
母带工程师

歌词

[Intro]
(Chamberlain, he's got it)
You know it's me
Hakeem Himlajuwon
Himzel Washington
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Him Diesel
Splash
Ooh-wee
Drip
[Chorus]
Seven in a cup, that's fourteen hundred (Mhm)
Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Mhm)
No Airbnb, ****, real money (Real money)
Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' (Trackhawk)
[Verse 1]
That ain't nothin', **** gon' touch nothin' (Touch nothin')
Fifteen hundred shots in the section, no stuntin' (No stuntin')
I ain't talkin' 'bout bottles, I'm talkin 'bout hollows (Ooh-wee)
Almost dropped the blick gettin' twerked by a model
She think we together 'til she wake up tomorrow (Ooh-wee)
Been wearin' drip, then make 'em follow
Been switchin' whips like they was borrowed
She got them hips, she must eat gyro
I'll fuck a happy home up, no sorrow
Switch on the Glock, now the bitch shoot pyro
AR sing, do you wanna hear a high note? (Fah, fah)
On sauce (Ooh-wee)
[Chorus]
Seven in a cup, that's fourteen hundred
Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Yeah, I done it)
No Airbn, ****, real money (Yeah, real money)
Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin'
[Verse 2]
Trackhawk ain't nothin, I'll slide up in a Rolls (In a Rolls)
Black Maybach crawl down on fours (On fours)
Three drunk bitches in the car suckin' toes (Suckin' toes)
Twerkin' for the 'Gram, she done came out her clothes
I don't know, she better not spill my four (My syrup)
Got a cream soda, pulled up ice cold (Ice cold)
Her name is Amber, we in the Rolls (Woah)
For a bitch, switch on the bros (No)
That is not part of the code (Oh)
My spillers keepin' it drippin' and keepin' it pimpin', that's just how it goes (She chose)
[Chorus]
Seven in a cup, that's fourteen hundred (Splash)
Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Splash)
No Airbnb, ****, real money (Cash)
Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin'
[Outro]
That ain't nothin', **** gon' touch nothin' (Can't touch nothin')
Fifteen hundred shots in the club, no stuntin' (Fah)
I'm talkin' 'bout bullets, not champagne, dummy (Ooh-wee)
Written by: Albert Walker Mondane
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