Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Mark Jean McIver
Songwriter
Prod. PLUGMONEYCASH
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Saint James, motherfucker, Saint James) yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass
Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class
I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact
He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react
Yeah, got 'em all complaining, yeah, I know I got 'em mad
Bitch, it's 623 and you know I'm repping that
I'm the MVP and you can fact-check that
We not worried 'bout the comments, only worried 'bout the racks
I don't gotta kill nobody to show I'm really the G.O.A.T
But if it comes down to it, got some friends and they got scopes
Bitch, I might go buy a house off of my fucking notes
Bitch, I shine so bright, I think you might just need some locs
You be riding dick so hard, I think you might just need a tow
You not fucking with the P, then well you really gotta go
You were saying I'm not hot, that shit gotta be a joke
Bitch, you better knot like the end of a rope
I'm not worried 'bout the haters, I'm not worried 'bout the enemies
Say she likes the car, I said, "Okay, well, let's get ten of these"
Been through so much shit, I don't know if I've ever been at ease
Ex bitch tried to act like it was ten of me
No, bitch, no, I got the flows bitch
You just got exposed bitch, I just made the flow switch
Know my neck is frozen, know my skin is glowing
He like, "Y'all know who it is," and nobody knows him
I'm dressed like a shogun, I'm the young chopin'
I know she was fiending, she know I got that dope dick
You were sitting moping, I was doing opens
Lil B DMed me, and he told me to keep going
So, if I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass
Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class
I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact
He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react
If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass
Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class
I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact
He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react
Ay, fuck a nine-to-five, you know I'm tryna break the matrix
You know I don't gotta do this shit, there is no obligation
We not stopping 'til we really win, so fuck a nomination
They like, "Y'all been speaking on me," you not in the conversation
I just ran a train on your bitch like we were at the station
I'm like that one Kanye West song, 'cause I'm so amazing
I know that I got the good songs and she wanna hate 'em
In the car with her and her girls and she 'boutta play 'em
I just lit it up, bitch, you know I'm nice, yeah, you know I'm special
You were posted outside in a Lambo, that shit is a rental
He was thinkin' he could step to me, I'm thinking he is mental
Highest y'all could get is number two, bitch, y'all some pencils
Might get hella faded
I'm going crazy, I'm getting wasted
Make the playlist
Put her on the rasta like I am Jamaican
This blazing
This hot potato, this is the game we playing
They can't touch me
It's no one but me, y'all can't do like Saint James is
Yeah, so I better see her shake some ass
Saying bend down for me
Do it slow, do it fast
Oh, girl
You know that I'm tryna see some ass
Bend down
Do it from the front to the back
Shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it
My songs you playing
Big dawg, big James
These songs I got, I'm 'bout to make it
These wrongs I got, I can't do waiting
If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass
Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class
I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact
He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react
If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass
Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class
I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact
He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react
Writer(s): James Mark Jean Mciver, Prod. Plugmoneycash
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