Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harrison Armstrong
Composer
Jake Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Producer
Jake Jones
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait (wait, wait)
Had to tell a brudda wait
I got some cash in my pocket
Money in the bank and money in the safe (that wallet)
Wait, wait, why you all up in my face? (Err)
Baby, always on my case
Bitch, I never go on dates (yuh)
Ay, ay
Put that pussy on the plate (uh-uh)
Fuck it up and then I skate (ooh)
I ain't really tryna stay (skrrt)
No, way
When I turn up in the place (yeah)
All the gyal are screamin' Aitch
So, I won't let it go to waste, no
Fu-Fuck a hoe, get a stack (stack)
Still got loads on the mat (huh)
She want clothes, it's not dat (it's not dat)
No, th-they wan hate they love chat
Aitch, how'd you take it all in?
Mate, I feel no weight so don't ask (no way)
I don't mind, bro, I'm blessed (uh-huh)
Got a clear mind with no stress (yeah)
I'm on FaceTime to your ex (mm)
Tell her take time, you're a beg (beg)
Who you tryna impress? (What)
You just need to say less (uh)
Huh
Wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait (wait, wait)
Had to tell a brudda wait
I got some cash in my pocket
Money in the bank and money in the safe (that wallet)
Wait, wait, why you all up in my face? (Err)
Baby, always on my case
Bitch, I never go on dates
Ay, ay
Put that pussy on the plate (uh-uh)
Fuck it up and then I skate (ooh)
I ain't really tryna stay (skrrt)
No, way
When I turn up in the place (yeah)
All the gyal are screamin' Aitch
So, I won't let it go to waste, no
Rip tings up 'til the beat gets wounded
Ain't nobody in the game on 'lez
Heads screwed on, rude boy ain't foolish
Test man, where man rains off sets (where's that?)
Got the floors on lock, gotta do this, got all the OG MC's vexed (yeah, yeah)
All pissed cah the young white boy's up next
Fuckin' up checks, tryna hear nothin' but yes (yes)
Yeah, don't answer the phone I don't even look at the texts
Yo, she want it all, I ain't tryna give her my best (no way)
No, tryna be bae, gotta be 10/10 (wait)
Wait, wait (wait, wait)
Had to tell a brudda wait
I got some cash in my pocket
Money in the bank and money in the safe (ching-ching)
Wait, wait, why you all up in my face? (Err)
Baby, always on my case
Bitch, I never go on dates (yuh)
Ay, ay
Put that pussy on the plate (uh-uh)
Fuck it up and then I skate (ooh)
I ain't really tryna stay (skrrt)
No, way
When I turn up in the place (yeah)
All the gyal are screamin' Aitch
So, I won't let it go to waste, no
Are you crazy, I ain't tryna let it go (it's never that)
I might wake up and decide to spend some dough (I'll get it back)
Yeah, you're tryna holla on the phone
She don't ever wanna be alone but never ask (uh)
Oh, baby girl, you're being shy
But don't worry about a thing
Just get comfy in the ride (skrr, skrr, skrr-skrr)
You're rollin' with me for tonight
Now she tryna say she mine
Let me pull up to the side (skrr-skkr)
Wait, wait (wait, wait)
Had to tell a brudda wait
I got some cash in my pocket
Money in the bank and money in the safe
Wait, wait, why you all up in my face? (Err)
Baby, always on my case
Bitch, I never go on dates (yuh)
Ay, ay
Put that pussy on the plate (uh-uh)
Fuck it up and then I skate (ooh)
I ain't really tryna stay (skrrt)
No, way
When I turn up in the place (yeah)
All the gyal are screamin' Aitch
So, I won't let it go to waste, no
Trust me
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones
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