Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emmanuel Abrams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
hyprwrld
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Drop top Benz, Cartier lens
I just wanna make amends
I think I like you more than friends
Where will this shit go?
I don't know if she feel the same way
About me ya know?
Where will this go?
Ima buy you the whole store
I'm feeling coppy
These **** and bitches they copy
You don't need a **** you got me
You got me, like an addiction you got me
Like a drug you got me
Like a copy you got me, do you copy?
A **** like me would help you pick out a dress
A **** like me would help you take off the rest
There's parts of you I haven't seen
You light up the room like LED
I know baby I could treat you right
I know you can see through all the lies
So you say (So she say)
All these dates that we set for a date (Who's that?)
She's just like me ohh (Who's that?)
Does she like me ohh? (Need that)
Backseat Queen, I beat it IRL and in my dream
Not a baker but I put all my icing up on her belly (On her belly)
Wanted to make up for what was said on the telly (On the telly)
And I slid with my mans
He the one who told me I should put her in a
Drop top Benz, Cartier lens
I just wanna make amends
I think I like you more than friends
Where will this shit go?
I don't know if she feel the same way
About me ya know?
Where will this go?
Ima buy you the whole store
I'm feeling coppy
These **** and bitches they copy
You don't need a **** you got me
You got me, like an addiction you got me
Like a drug you got me
Like a copy you got me, do you copy?
Written by: Emmanuel Abrams