Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwesi Weekes
Songwriter
Hasani Gabriel
Songwriter
Da'juan Baysmore
Songwriter
Khalil Byrd
Songwriter
Jonah Sim-Laramee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Batchelor
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ain't a simp but I'll still buy my bitch a Birkin
Or some foreign it ain't boring leather German
She get high from the thrills when we swerving
Blow a bag flip it back money twerking
Cus' shawty walk wit' the walk on purpose
We in the club I can see them niggas lurking
They for the birds so lil shawty ain't chirping
Give her back to the hood if the squad tell me she flirting
Who that boy that just came from hind' the curtain
Indigo baking loafs that's for certain
Highschool pullin hoes outta urban
So when they talking bout' him I'm that person
Ain't a simp but I'll still buy my bitch a Birkin
Or some foreign it ain't boring leather German
She get high from the thrills when we swerving
Blow a bag flip it back money twerking
We got shawties in here freakin it down
She making it bounce now move ya body swing it around feel me
Call it sound town come and lounge now
Brothas only came to vibe leave the loud mouths out huh
This the time to get to grinding on a nigga
Hold ya thighs goin wild
Everybody off a pitcher full of liquor
It don't matter if you thicker or you slimmer
I'm jus tryna get it groovy tonight, wit da sisters
Pull up in a whip and I'm dipping in a lift
If you driving out the function you ain't getting lit
Fill it up I'm double cupping never spill the drink
Hizzy never lookin dusty you could check the fit bitch
Ain't a simp but I'll still buy my bitch a Birkin
Or some foreign it ain't boring leather German
She get high from the thrills when we swerving
Blow a bag flip it back money twerking
Sex appeal is evil yea I know
I might slide to try and fuck I just wanna know
Pussy had me going crazy fuck that now I'm grown
Had me pressed up in my room and now that bitch is gone
Yea my brain been sending shots up at the lords throne
'Cause he let you suck my dick and then you hit the road
You bitches crazy wit the way you do that suck and roll
Now I'm rolling deep in Philly fuck the law we on
Timmy two tap Tatiana then I pass her to the bros
Lotta bitches wanna claim they wifey but they hoes
If you think I care bitch I need another show
For the weekend ain't talking Warner bros
Ain't a simp but I'll still buy my bitch a Birkin
Or some foreign it ain't boring leather German
She get high from the thrills when we swerving
Blow a bag flip it back money twerking
Hit your shawty with one liners
Leave the party wit a shiner
Should see the other bloke
Want smoke grab folk turn nope
One joke I float she elope
Take note my approach won't glote
Remote lose coat keep the dress on
Pat Swayz way we get that dirty dance on
Lashes been gone
Hands on that laced thong
Trey songs
Let the neighbors know ya kinks
Show you love through riddles like my mama raised Sphinx
And Vicky raised an angel in that pink don't ya think
Ya her best keep secret and I don't kiss and tell
But the marks on our neck might give some details
Ain't a simp but I'll still buy my bitch a Birkin
Or some foreign it ain't boring leather German
She get high from the thrills when we swerving
Blow a bag flip it back money twerking
Writer(s): Kwési Weekes
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