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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Stimme und Gesang
Romano
Romano
Schlagzeug
Kaigoinkrazy
Kaigoinkrazy
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Songwriter:in
Terence Williams
Terence Williams
Songwriter:in
Fletcher Redd
Fletcher Redd
Songwriter:in
Nathaniel Band
Nathaniel Band
Songwriter:in
Kai Hasegawa
Kai Hasegawa
Songwriter:in
Kevohn John
Kevohn John
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Romano
Romano
Produzent:in
Kaigoinkrazy
Kaigoinkrazy
Produzent:in
10fifty
10fifty
Produzent:in
Ace Redd
Ace Redd
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Doğu Aydın
Doğu Aydın
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mischtechniker:in
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Yeah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead I might let 'em sniff the-, don't let it go to yo' head Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo' head Bitch, get back, I be moving tact (yeah) I be talking money, he be throwin' racks (yeah) He said I'm dramatic, don't know how to act Nigga, if you love me, get my face tatted Want me to be your lady, cop me that Mercedes I be in the latest, BET in Vegas Nigga, is you crazy? This wetty leave 'em wavy Papa, I'm your baby (yeah), well let me swipe your Ame' Miss Deep Pockets, big bags, they don't fold Van Cleef or Cartier, no Kenneth Cold (brr) New set, French tip, I'm ten toes Blew a bag from Fifth Ave to Melrose Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead I might let 'em sniff the-, don't let it go to yo' head Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo' head Don't let it go to yo' head (uh, uh, uh, uh) He get too comfortable, he cannot fold me to bed (uh, uh, uh, uh) I leave a sucker nigga hungry 'til he's supposed to be fed I'm Little Miss Got the juice, came through as a bev I know you thirsty, nigga You ever had some nani from the gutter? Thongs on, in the sweatsuit, and these French toes in these buttas (nah) Said he want to put his mouth on it, ni-nigga better not stutter Wear they hats on these niggas, Yankee fitted, ain't no trucker (hey, baby) I don't need a nigga, what you doin' me to dead? I leave him on read (yeah), all I see is red (rojo) I ain't let him fuck, if that rumor get spread (you know) Then the Don Julio gettin' thrown at yo' head Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead I might let 'em sniff the-, don't let it go to yo' head Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo' head
Writer(s): Terence Williams, Fletcher Redd, Kevohn John, Kai Hasegawa, Nathaniel Band, Shyniece Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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