Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dom Corleo
Vocals
Fimiguerrero
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fimiguerrero
Producer
JAY THURL
Producer
Lyrics
Listen, yo
Time waits for no man so I got' stick to the program
I know for a fact there's a nigga at home right now sittin' down with no plans
No heart, bare lookin' for romance
I can't do that 'cause I hate when they phone, man
If it's not about P's, what else could you show, man?
I'm a man in this lonely world where nobody's tryna hold hands
I walk on that stage, when I walk off, they pay me a fee
Aye, my packs imported from Cali
The clothes that I'm wearing came straight through from Italy, huh
She wanna love me, but she know I cheat
I'm sorry I'm just like my dad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this shit's in my genes
He put on a throwaway
Hit her once, she got thrown away
Yeah, I'm rockin' the coldest chain
Known to sip on the coldest drank
Into money and diamonds
I'm loving the muhfuckin' diamonds
VVS, yeah, it's timeless
Yeah, I'm loving the way that it's shining
Yeah, she put on the Tiffany chain
I took her to dinner, we took it away
Yeah, I'm tellin' her she gotta leave
But she keep on sayin' that she wanna stay
Yeah, I got a place to be
Yeah, you just get a taste of me
Yeah, keep up the pace with me
You don't got a lot to say to me now
Yeah, yeah, iced out, double cross on me now
And I'm on a flight for the night, baby, goin' I-N-T now
Yeah, I tell her I told her I'ma hit you when I touch down
Told her, "Pull up on me, come outside to the spot now"
Heh, yeah, right now
Yeah, I'm bustin' it down
Oh, you fuck with me now?
You loving it now?
Listen, yo
Time waits for no man so I got' stick to the program
I know for a fact there's a nigga at home right now sittin' down with no plans
No heart, bare lookin' for romance
I can't do that 'cause I hate when they phone, man
If it's not about P's, what else could you show, man?
I'm a man in this lonely world where nobody's tryna hold hands
I walk on that stage, when I walk off, they pay me a fee
Aye, my packs imported from Cali
The clothes that I'm wearing came straight through from Italy, huh
She wanna love me, but she know I cheat
I'm sorry I'm just like my dad
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this shit's in my genes
Yeah
Writer(s): Dominic Paoletti, Fimiguerrero, Thuri Jay
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