Top Songs By Stassi Pryce
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Stassi Pryce
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Shawn Butler
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Go Stassi Go Stassi Go
Beat up the beat then I walk out the door
Bring in the heat cuz my blingy so cold
Block out the beef it don’t go with the glow
Hop in some pretty shit diamonds and gold
Count up the money then stack it in rows
Play with nobody pay me what you owe
Swing badda badda, big money like a pro
Yo,
Ain’t nobody fresher than me, uh
You ain’t never seen a motherfucker like this
Bad gyal made for the beach, yuh
Body looking like a foreign whip
Thirsty for me cuz I’m pouring drip
Mami balling like some Jordan kicks
All designers I’m sporting licks
More than lit, I’m the shit
Got a big bank cuz I like tings big
Ah nuh like me nuh fi like dem kids
Bottles of liq
Dollars in bricks
Can’t be mad when ya life like this
Take the champagne to the face
Feeling like I’m number one so tonight we on Ace
Yves Saint Laurent, anytime any place
Got a dime, keep her laced
With the ice in the safe
Can’t nobody tell me when to fly
I just pull up on the jet
& we pull up in Dubai, uh
I don’t really need a reason why
Foot up on they necks
Pressure been applied, huh
Yeah I been low now I’m high
I ain't gotta sweat
Money don’t lie, woah
I just be living my life, OH
I just be living my life, OH!
Go Stassi Go Stassi Go
Beat up the beat then I walk out the door
Bring in the heat cuz my blingy so cold
Block out the beef it don’t go with the glow
Hop in some pretty shit diamonds and gold
Count up the money then stack it in rows
Play with nobody pay me what you owe
Swing badda badda, big money like a pro
Go Stassi Go Stassi Go
Beat up the beat then I walk out the door
Bring in the heat cuz my blingy so cold
Block out the beef it don’t go with the glow
Hop in some pretty shit diamonds and gold
Count up the money then stack it in rows
Play with nobody pay me what you owe
Swing badda badda, big money like a pro
I just moved a quarter off the lot
I be getting busy in the 488
Sitting by the pool on the yacht, yuh
Catching waves so I’m catching me
You ain’t bae so it’s not no we
They wanna stay & be where I be
I gotta leave
For my peace
Pull off, yeet yeet,
Woah!
VVS pon it & me like my rocks
Me cyan stop unnu man from flock
Pardon my lay
Louboutin slay
I’m turning water to wine when I walk
If I’m in the club then the Henny on deck
Dark liquor night so well all getting wrecked
We dropping checks,
Man dem vex,
I see it all thru my lambo specs
Can’t nobody tell me where to fly
I just pull up on the jet
& we pull up to Dubai, uh
I don’t really need a reason why
Foot up on they necks
Pressure been applied, huh
Yeah I been low now I’m high
I ain't gotta sweat
Money don’t lie, woah
I just be living my life, OH
I just be living my life, OHH!
Go Stassi Go Stassi Go
Beat up the beat then I walk out the door
Bring in the heat cuz my blingy so cold
Block out the beef it don’t go with the glow
Hop in some pretty shit diamonds and gold
Count up the money then stack it in rows
Play with nobody pay me what you owe
Swing badda badda, big money like a pro
Go Stassi Go Stassi Go
Beat up the beat then I walk out the door
Bring in the heat cuz my blingy so cold
Block out the beef it don’t go with the glow
Hop in some pretty shit diamonds and gold
Count up the money then stack it in rows
Play with nobody pay me what you owe
Swing badda badda, big money like a pro
Written by: Donnell Shawn Butler, Nastassia Pryce