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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
Composer
John Villanueva
John Villanueva
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Tex Johnny
Big Tex Johnny
Producer
Tyler Chase
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' (huh?) Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' (nothing) Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (uh, bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, there's another nigga hating, it ain't no debating My vision get clearer, them niggas keep fading, hol' up Show you how we finna play it I get me a bag, hit a foreign location Where he at? Prolly bein' complacent Where I'm at? Counting up in the basement 10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands Hunnid bands every other occasion, uh My bitch need no beverage, uh My dick got electrons, uh Come over, give you a lesson Corrupt for class presi' 'cause I'm always present I-I do what I preach, I'm a certified reverend They dance in they seats when they notice my presence The real MVP was a lil' adolescent, got rich, and now Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' (huh?) Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' (nothin') Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' (uh) And they heard Mike known to get bodies at the door For sure, I don't think a nigga ever could go broke I'm on, put some, uh-uh, in my cup and watch a nigga get throat Pay the price, get no advice from any nigga, I'm grown Swipe the Visa, I won't trip about shit, I'ma leave ya (I'ma leave ya) Tell me secrets, shawty a demon She tryna get her some kids from my semen I just went crazy, life hit a 180 (180) From the shade, now everybody move shady Lifestyle turned "Fuck you, pay me" Wipe me down, lil' bitch, I'm lazy, sorry, lady I'm focused, need promotion, she just a game, need a token (token) She stroking on my, uh-uh, won't kiss and tell on some ho shit The industry my bitch and they make me feel so important They know I get shit lit, they on my phone, I had to tell 'em This bitch is buzzin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin'
Writer(s): Michael Goode Jr, John Villanueva Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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