Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
PLUTO
PLUTO
Rap
YKNIECE
YKNIECE
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jada Amaurie Smith
Jada Amaurie Smith
Songwriter:in
Christopher Webster
Christopher Webster
Songwriter:in
Michael Griffin
Michael Griffin
Songwriter:in
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter:in
Otis Williams, Jr
Otis Williams, Jr
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Produzent:in
Mikey
Mikey
Produzent:in
Jai
Jai
Produzent:in
Luu Douleur
Luu Douleur
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Paroles

We finna make a hit tonight, Pluto Let's ride, ah Let's go (Ride this shit just ride come on) Let's ride (Ha-ha-ha) Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the fuck? Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as fuck (We deep as fuck, ho) He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (That Lululemon) Fuck a scram, we gettin' money, fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho) Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang, called up bro, sung like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da) Whim, wham, bitch you burnt out (Yo) Whim, wham, oh, bitch I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt) Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm) That's my type, I'm tryna fuck, bitch, and right now (Right now) Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh) Yeah, we gettin' pape' (For sure) Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag Shake that ass, ho, whim whamie (Shake that ass) Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Uh-huh, ho) Shake that ass, ho, whim whamie Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Don't scare me) Okay, what's up? Scram-ass ho, oh, yeah, you broke We get some money, we want some more If you ain't a ten then hit the door (Then hit the door, ho) He want this cat, I'm makin' plays No type of time, I'm makin' pape' I might just put it in his face (I'm talkin' about in it) Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Bitch, you burnt out) Whim, whim, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (Oh, bitch, I'm turnt now) Catchin' plays, stayin' out the way (Mhm) That's my type, I'm trying to fuck, bitch, and right now Yeah, we gettin' money Yeah, we gettin' pape' Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face (Whim, wham) We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag Shake that ass, ho, whim whamie I said, uh You don't scare me Shake that ass, ho, whim whamie (Whim whamie) Go get a bag ho (Get that bag), 'cause you don't scare me (Ho, what's up?) Man, ah-ha-ha-ha Talkin' about "The biggest" Man y'all hoes (At all), talkin' about their scram ass (At all, at all) Oh, I'm not playin' You think this shit a joke? We just made a hit on y'all hoes, we goin' up Yeah, let's go it, y'all hoes shake that ass What we doin'?
Writer(s): Jada Smith, Shanice Cameron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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