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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sangy
Composer
Harrison Armstrong
Composer
Jacob Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Producer
Sangy
Producer
Lyrics
I think they want more
Fuck drip, I'm makin' it pour
Great on all fours, oh, she's my baby, take her on tour (woo)
Shake on the floor
She likes the taste of the Aitch (WhYJay)
And she like takin' it raw
Raised in a time where man love beef on the net
So they can't receive my respect
Taking my time to achieve what I need
And I'm blessed so they can't be seen as a threat
Just got the keys to the crib
Buss down my wrist, AP next, need a Patek (bling)
Better speak P's if you're tryna meet me in the flesh
If not, I ain't leaving my nest
Plaques don't even gas me no more, if they can go platinum, anyone can
Chattin' 'bout big stacks in your rap
Hands up if you made a mill before 21, gang (gang, gang)
Tryna get bad, you can never set levels on man (no)
Plastic gangsters, dabbing on 'Gram
Love rapping 'bout trap but the package don't land (haha)
Paid more tax then your whole advance
You still wan' chat shit and throw shade on man (no, no)
Rap 'bout a wap but don't make it bang
Rap 'bout the trap but don't take no chance
All I hear is, "Blam it and shave him"
Pussy'ole save it, bluffing just face it (haah)
Run up the shit, I'd be tucking your chain in
Run up your lip and my brother will take it (woo)
The ends is bait, gotta stay composed if you're sending weight
Make some dough so your friends turn snake
Can't make man blow if it entered late
Jump off stage, take tell 'em send that cake
This ain't no 10K, had to end that straight
Man don't play in the ends I'm raised
Best show so respect when you mention Aitch
I think they want more (more)
Fuck drip, I'm makin' it pour (makin' it pour)
Great on all fours, oh, she's my baby, take her on tour (woo, woo)
Shake on the floor
She likes the taste of the Aitch
And she like takin' it raw
Still in my bitch, you can ask 'em
Never chat shit, don't rap for reactions
Flingin' out lyrics and clapping a madness
You can get rat for your actions
Young Aitch, big boss, I'm the captain
Real life goals, you cap on your captions (ah)
Gassed on Snapchat, flappin' a tantrum
I was off Melrose, sat in a mansion (wooh)
Wanna talk 'bout levels and differences
But listen, the difference is, you're a joke, I'm a G.O.A.T
I don't know what the bitchin' is
You can talk, but I live this shit (sah)
Been up inside that room full of mics
On a set, gettin' ready to spin some kids (woo)
Been up inside, that ride full of guys with a boot full of food
Gettin' ready to spin this whip (woo)
Not a lot of man been this sick
Always been shinin', never liked diamonds
Now I go blind when I flick this wrist (woo, wrist, woo)
Henny on ice when my drink gets sipped
M town, up North of the map
Get caught in the trap if your fingers slip
I think they want more (more)
Fuck drip, I'm makin' it pour (makin' it pour)
Great on all fours, oh, she's my baby, take her on tour (woo, woo)
Shake on the floor
She likes the taste of the Aitch
And she like takin' it- (raw)
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Louis Teja Sanghera
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