Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Nicholas
Songwriter
Robin Nicholas
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ey, ey, ey, ey
I got bags coming in at the airport
Bussin down 100 bottles in the hot tub
I got white powder drippin from my passport
Got my own security at the transport
Your mama calling up my phone im her landlord
She got three different drip now she changed up
I bet you dont even kiss her with your eyes closed
We both know how this end on a high note
I took a sip from this like its water
Take a good listen im like a Carter
I aint none to play with but im a baller
I want people to come together yeah all ya
Im starving in this bitch hand me a plate
They want some beef and she got some cake
I beat it like MJ then I moonwalk away
No cake on my birthday I want it everyday
I can hear them teardrops when they drop
I do everything to make it stop right now
I just wanna savor every moment
I just wanna be your one and only
Your mama calling up my phone im her landlord
She got three different drip now she changed up
I bet you dont even kiss her with your eyes closed
We both know how this end on a high note
Your mom is calling im her landlord
Begging for extensions money fell short
She said pleas! Im a make it well worth
I said do I look like a fucking sellsword
Writer(s): Roger Nicholas
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