Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tanna Leone
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alex Petit
Songwriter:in
Avante Santana
Songwriter:in
Matthew Craft
Songwriter:in
Daniel Donovan
Songwriter:in
Daniel Moras Raab
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Daniel Mxras
Produzent:in
CashMoneyAp
Produzent:in
James Craft
Produzent:in
Johnny Kosich
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Andrew Boyd
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Seaberg
Mischtechniker:in
Jacob Richards
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
DJ Riggins
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Rachel Blum
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Lyrics
She on go mode
She wanna eat eat
I don't blame her
We in a ten-speed
She look good to me too
I call her 10pc
I'm a made man
I make history
I was sliding through the mud
In the big leagues
Turf full of contraband movin quickly
My money fresh pressed
That mean it's clean clean
Checks keep on callin
Like ring ring
I was seein hood things off the porch
Now my key fob come wit a horse
Come and ride wit a certified dreamer
We in a cowboy car not a Beamer
And we fresh pressed baby no steamer
Later on we gone see if you screamer
I'm going fast in this whip
It's a check in my bag
With a bad lil yitch
I do not check the dash
This ain't my first yeehaw
So I'm back going bad
She love how I switch lanes
I'm a vet when I mash
I was minding my own now she pressing to smash
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand on her lap
Then a nigga pulled up on the side,
Tryna race
Switched modes on the dummy
Left his ass in the back
She on go mode
She wanna eat eat
I don't blame her
We in a ten-speed
She look good to me too
I call her 10pc
I'm a made man
I make history
I was sliding through the mud
In the big leagues
Turf full of contraband movin quickly
My money fresh pressed
That mean it's clean clean
Checks keep on callin
Like ring ring
She wanna drive my whip
Ride my stick
And spin my wheels till her head gets sick
She looked me in the eyes
Said she loved that shit
One more surprise when the gear box shifts
Opps can't catch up
And blues won't catch us
Swap my plates so the news can't fetch us
Eat my dust and my nuts till your fed up
Her eyes get wide every time I rev up
She on go mode
She wanna eat me
I don't blame her
We in a ten-speed
She on go mode
She wanna eat eat
I don't blame her
We in a ten-speed
She look good to me too
I call her 10pc
I'm a made man
I make history
I was sliding through the mud
In the big leagues
Turf full of contraband movin quickly
My money fresh pressed
That mean it's clean clean
Checks keep on callin
Like ring ring
Writer(s): Daniel Donovan, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Daniel Moras Raab, Avante Santana, Matthew Craft
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