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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ
Vocals
Jeeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deon Hawkins
Songwriter
Jaylar Abram
Songwriter
Fred Adkins Jr.
Songwriter
Jarmarion Page
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AyyMook
Recording Engineer
William Binderup
Mixing Engineer
Will Steller
Recording Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Ten11
Producer
Lyrics
(Ten11, Ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook)
(Drop this shit)
A lot of hoes at my show, I got the stage jumping (Stage jumping)
Demons with me blowing smoke, ain't no sage burning (Ain't no sage)
Ain't no model here, told her that her day coming (One day)
I got bitches star struck hoping that I say something (Hoping that I say something)
Double R, I just pulled up in a hardtop (Yeah, hardtop)
If I press this button I could make the stars drop (Make the stars drop)
Twenty bottles in the club, we ain't never bar hop (Never)
Twenty bitches with us, we in Vegas at the Hard Rock (yeah)
In this black Prada shirt, this motherfucker hard, huh?
Sitting in the newest Maybach, this motherfucker large, huh? (motherfucker large)
Back wit me, I can lean on them
Sitting laughing at these niggas like Steelo Brim (Like I'm Steelo)
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
If you can't see me running, shit, then you're a fool, I guess (Then you're a fool)
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less (I don't do 'em)
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
If you can't see me running, shit, then you're a fool, I guess (Then you're a fool)
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less (I don't do 'em)
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess (She was in a mood)
Your nigga broke and he weird, but he cool I guess (But I guess)
Shooters with me all time, yeah I got my soldiers (yeah, I got 'em)
Felon in the driver seat, I ain't got no chauffer (Ain't got no chaffer)
Tryna hold this big bag, think I popped my shoulder (Popped my shoulder)
She keep saying, "Leave it in", and she want my daughter
We can do it when you show me you can walk on water (Walker on water)
Keep a bad bitch, niggas always want my woman (My woman)
Pull up to my show late, yeah I'm just now coming (I'm just coming)
I'm at Mr. Chow, putting something on my stomach (On my stomach)
Niggas been rapping for awhile, shit still not jumpin' (Still not jumpin')
I guess you a motherfucking fool if you don't think we run it (You're a fool)
Where the fuck the nigga with the Juice? Y'all said he coming
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
If you can't see me running, shit, then you're a fool, I guess (Then you're a fool)
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less (I don't do 'em)
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
If you can't see me running, shit, then you're a fool, I guess (Then you're a fool)
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less (I don't do 'em)
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess (She was in a mood)
Niggas think they fucking with us, ya'll could keep on hoping (Y'all can beat it)
Twenty thousand for a feature and I still won't post it (I ain't postin')
I got famous bitches in my DM, I still ain't open (Nah, I ain't open)
All these niggas weak as fuck, what's the big commotion? (I don't get it)
Or you can be my bitch if you can dodge a bullet (Doge a bullet)
Why this nigga never wear his chain I think somebody took it (God damn, god damn)
He don't ever pot no flyers, I guess nobody booking
Always catch me with some good shit like your granny cooking
I ain't gon' lie when I get dressed, I really do the most (Do the most)
Amiri pants, Prada coat, Marni down, Holy smokes (Damn, damn)
Fall asleep in my jewelry but it never broke (Never broke)
On my momma, I got more blues than Spider Loc (On my momma)
Nigga said it was his bitch but she keep on flirting (Flirting)
Getting change for all these hundreds, bitches keep on twerking (Twerking)
Weak niggas asking for advice, I told 'em "Keep on working" (Keep working)
Fuck the nigga with the juice at? My stomach hurting (My stomach)
Show me all your friends before you bring 'em, bitch, i might know 'em (Might know 'em)
Fucking on this bitch for years, this nigga not knowing (He ain't knowing)
Look at how my diamonds dance, I'm shinin' bright on 'em (Shinin' bright)
I could always count on big bro to have a pint on 'em
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
If you can't see me running, shit, then you're a fool, I guess (Then you're a fool)
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less (I don't do 'em)
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him (yeah)
If you can't see me running, shit, then you're a fool, I guess (Then you're a fool)
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less (I don't do 'em)
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood, I guess
Writer(s): Jaylar Abram Jr., Fred Adkins Jr., Deon Hawkins, Jarmarion Javrin Page
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