音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
Big Yavo
聲樂
詞曲
Yaven Mailden
詞曲創作
Germal McCray
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
BabyWildin
製作人
Big Gunt
混音師
HennyTrack
母帶工程師
歌詞
[Intro]
Aye
Say fuck trying to fight, let's make it better, bae, let me get you wetter
Boss up your schedule, Rick Owen's your feet, and Dior your sweater
Girl, I'ma show your ass, ain't gotta text it, ain't no Baccarat when you smell me
Bae, this cheddar, fuck going separate ways, let's get this pape together
[Chorus]
And you get that money by any means, baby girl, you my kind
And them nails did, and that pussy clean, baby girl, you my kind
I just might eat you up, take you out to eat, we can wine and dine
When I get off these drugs, you on my mind, I can tell you a thousand times
You my kind, damn, girl, you my kind, damn, girl, you so fine
You my kind, damn, girl, you so thick, damn, bae, you got thighs
I wanna take you out, girl, let's go vibe
I wanna show you off, bae, you can't hide
Aye, I wanna pin you down, make you lose your mind
Aye, I don't wanna tear you down, wanna build you up
[Verse 1]
Aye, I don't wanna hear you shout, wanna ease your mind
Fuck talking 'bout the past, look, this right now
Bae, I'll be back, finna get off these pounds
Hold down the spot, I'll take you out of town
Glock with a frrrt, know I got rounds
Switch it back semi, two different sounds
He not really like that, he shoot at the ground
Or he might shoot in the clouds
Aye, they at the door for that dope, shit cooking right now
My brother, he having his child, look
Trap house smell like a flounder
I'm having pape like a binder
Baby, come fuck with a rider
Baby, come fuck with a boss, aye
Hop on a elevator, it go to the top of the muhfucking loft, look
I'm tryna dip in sauce
I'm tryna drip in fashion, aye
I'm tryna show you some shit, give you some shit that you couldn't imagine
I put that shit on just like Jamie King, baby, come be my lil' Fancy
Aye, I'm tryna take you to Benihana's, that **** gon take you to Zaxby's
And ain't nothing wrong with that, girl, I'm just saying, he a lil' boy and I'm a man
You better come over here, girl, we got plans, can't tell how I hold your hand
And I can look at you in your face and tell how you hold it in
It's time to let out, I went through it bad, my heart went through a drought
[Chorus]
And you get that money by any means, baby girl, you my kind
And them nails did, and that pussy clean, baby girl, you my kind
I just might eat you up, take you out to eat, we can wine and dine
When I get off these drugs, you on my mind, I can tell you a thousand times
You my kind, damn, girl, you my kind, damn, girl, you so fine
You my kind, damn, girl, you so thick, damn, bae, you got thighs
I wanna take you out, girl, let's go vibe
I wanna show you off, bae, you can't hide
Aye, I wanna pin you down, make you lose your mind
Aye, I don't wanna tear you down, wanna build you—
Written by: Germal McCray, Yaven Mailden


