Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Donald McConnell
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye
Yeah smile for the camera
Goodies in the sack
Pulling up like I'm Santa
Moving slow like a panda
Don't listen to the small talk
Or the propaganda
So tell me what you think this is
Flowing like it's sink the biz
She might drive me crazy
If I let her I'll be thinking kids
Hol' up
I think I'm tweakin' bruh
I need to keep it to myself on how I'm speaking bruh
Turn the speakers up
Don't be gaslighting I'll be back fighting
Spin kick to the chin and then got his ass crying
Ah shi there he goes again
Changing flows again
Going Russell Crowe again
Cause I'm on the throne again
And she don't wanna fuck with a ballplayer
She just wanna fuck with the kid
And she don't wanna fuck with a ballplayer
She just wanna fuck with the kid
Bounce with it
Bounce with it
Bounce with it
Bounce with it
Okay I'm driving Miss Daisy
She looking kinda thick
So I'm feeling kinda facey
Aye
Got the boys in the back too
Chicken sammies for the gang and we smack two
One two mic check imma hit em with it
I decided just to drop cause it's been a minute
I been feeling like I'm hot like there ain't a limit
I been feeling at the top y'all can pay a visit
To the left to left
To the right to the right
Dip with it
Dip with it
Okay I'm talking to myself again
I had to exercise the pen
I just had to try and get steady
Better get ready
ACG on the sleeve
Pulling up like Mr. Clean
Hit the tees with Febreze
She can smell the green on me
Yeah that's that money talk
And it sound nice
But she don't wanna fuck with a ballplayer
She just wanna fuck with the kid
And she don't wanna fuck with a ballplayer
She just wanna fuck with the kid
Bounce with it
Bounce with it
Bounce with it
Bounce with it
Writer(s): Matthew Mcconnell
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