Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob G Crittenden
Songwriter
Lyrics
She said to turn me up inside the club ohh
And I can tell she feelin me so you in trouble
Pour another shot, another shot
Another shot, another shot
Pour another shot, another shot
And imma make sure that my blunts rolled
This ones on you, what we doin
Yeah this ones on you, what we doin
And she ask me what I'm doin what I'm doin
You know what I'm doin baby, music
You know what I'm doin what I'm doin
Yeah I'm in the studio working on new shit
And she ask me how its goin
How it's goin
And if we, an make a baby to it
We can ride shawty what you want
I'm like what you doin what you on
She said you smell good what you got on
I told her you can thank Saint Laurent
We can ride shawty what you want yeah
I like what you doin what you on
We can ride shawty what you want
And I ain't even gonna say what I got on
But imma give a big thanks to Saint Laurent
Big bank what I want
New chain baby
You'll probably fall as fast as Usain baby
And you know that you're just something I'm attracted to
Ain't gettin too serious keep it casual
Ain't gettin too serious keep it casual
Long live flippa pop a seal
For the sippers
Quarter tick I rock a wheel
It's hard gratin down with my peers
Cuz its hard for me to find any that's real
Shawty like me cuz I'm real and she feel the songs
She play it in her car and she sing along
I didn't wanna get involved with it
But now I'm involved
That shits just amazing to me
I knew all along
But I still do the same o'l
Sill making the trips over to Diego
Still goin miss my bitch I wanna lay low
Any hater goin wish you get your benefits stripped
Any hater goin miss because I'm ahead of their shit
I told the Dj turn it up inside the club
I see you lookin around like you need some love
But I can tell
That you don't want no scrub
My pockets filled with dubs
Throw em out
Uh uh uh
Throw em out
My pockets filled with dubs
Imma throw em out
My pockets filled with dubs
My pockets filled with dubs
Throw em out
Yeah yeah throw em out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
whoo
Baby listen
Been gettin better everyday I really came along
But baby music on my mind I can't take it off
And I feel like I been losin time
I'm always chasin it
And these haters favorite game is only playin soft
So you know I shake em all
She said turn me up inside the club ohh
And I can tell she feelin me so you in trouble
Pour another shot, another shot
Another shot, another shot
Pour another shot, another shot
And imma make sure that my blunts rolled
That my blunts rolled
Girl you in trouble
In the studio workin on new shit
She ask me how it's goin
How it's goin
Writer(s): Jacob Crittenden
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