Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pryce Watkins
Performer
Justin Taylor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pryce Watkins
Songwriter
Justin Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seyven Jones
Engineer
Lyrics
Yea
Aye, aye turn the gain up
Yea, ya, ya
It's a whole mood
Niggas can't even get this groovy
Man let's call this shit groove
Ya, Ya
She said don't come in today it's slow
She almost fired me she said you fuckin' up
I only really came back for my bros
Well at least I didn't loaf
Sleep with one eye open, she want one night only
Seen your face before
Fashion week in New York
Let's get back to work
Who want a shirt, first come first serve
Need it like A$AP Ferg, need it like A$AP Ant
Rip Yams, hit her with a yes ma'm
Dreamed about a Lamb, hashtag I'm the man
Hashtag girl you better bring yo pretty ass friends
I gotta tap that, she got that clap back
I need that yea, yea
Feeling' good feeling great
Man the sun is really shining out today, aye
And I swear it is a Friday direct deposit it just hit the bank, yea
Yea, blow my check on a floor seat
Niggas can't ball they the worse seed
Engine got hella horse's, car fly by like light speed
I'm on yo ass did you go to class today
Got alumni on me she from 95'
I know she wanna ride up on my side
I told her we not on that type of time
She proceed to block me will be fine
Said I got that spark I got that fire
Told em' we gone make it through the wire
All them niggas hating tell them boys be quiet
Feeling' good feeling great
Man the sun is really shining out today, aye
And I swear it is a Friday direct deposit it just hit the bank, yea
Yea, blow my check on a floor seat
Niggas can't ball they the worse seed
Engine got hella horse's
See me in person I might speak
Writer(s): Justin Taylor, Pryce Watkins
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