Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Bond
Songwriter
Gabriel Dean Barlin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Know I'm hella busy, I still wanna make some plans
Baby, when you're in my presence, just forget you got a mans
I be steady on the grind, I'ma clutch it in my vans
I don't do it for the guala bitch, I do the for the fans
On the stairway to heaven, I'ma take another flight
Honey likes the way I'm movin', pourin' codeine in the sprite
I be sippin' shit so dirty, I'ma start to lose my sight
But with you all in my vision, maybe you can stay the night
Limbs feelin' heavy when I'm sippin' on the brew
Lyin down, lights low, I got nothin now to do
Eyes gon' drop if not seeing you
Hella bad bitty on her way comin' through
Waste time on a bitch, no sir, move slow
All my seconds tick away, I aint got enough to blow
If you wanted my attention, could'a got it months ago
Now that money is no object, only now you like my flow
I don't give a fuck about a bitch, like sorry, gotta pass
We got money in the city, got the stick, hit the gas
We be cruisin' in the foreign with windows tinted black
Got a bad shawty, come on baby, bring that ass back
Got checks, yeah I flex, on my grind, never rest
Yeah, I know you want me, babygirl, fuck the rest
I don't want no other hoe that be cheatin' like a test
Couple bands on the dash, couple bands on my neck
Know I'm hella busy, I still wanna make some plans
Baby, when you're in my presence, just forget you got a mans
I be steady on the grind, I'ma clutch it in my vans
I don't do it for the guala bitch, I do the for the fans
Writer(s): Gabriel Dean Barlin, Nathan Bond
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