Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Enrique Javier Vazquez
Songwriter:in
Patrick Jones
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Money getting mean
Enemies are getting meaner
Flood just like the sea
Everybody wants a feature
Before you slide to me
You need to show me more affection
Before you slide to me
You need to let your feelings out
So don't you hide from me
So pass the check
Cause I'm a winning man
All these bros don't understand
Drops some hits and raise my hands
Popping out for a minute
I feel something like a rubber band
Hoping out a two-seater
I might jump right in that Sprinter van
Acting like you don't need me
Then you come around try to shake my hand
Tell me you're tryna see me
You don't need me you just want my bands
So throw your hands up yeah we living up
So pass me some champagne
There's something about you that I really like
It's messing with my brain
Don't wanna do this without you
I know you messing with that fame
I'm always sober steady working hard
Not repping with them lames
My momma seeing what I'm doing
Know I'm boosting up the game
Know one day that ima see
The guap Is common like its rain
Know one day ima see my face across a T-shirt
Need to get off social media
I'm acting like a flirt
The fame is calling with this rapping game
I guess ill call them perks
When I was kid I've always want a Vette
I've always wanna drive it and go
Skirt
Before you slide to me
You need to show me more affection
Before you slide to me
You need to let your feelings out
So don't you hide from me
So pass the check
Cause I'm a winning man
All these bros don't understand
Drops some hits and raise my hands
Written by: Enrique Javier Vazquez, Patrick Jones