Music Video

Cochise - WIT ME ft. Anycia (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cochise
Cochise
Künstler:in
Anycia
Anycia
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Komponist:in
Anycia Edwards
Anycia Edwards
Komponist:in
Jonathan Priester
Jonathan Priester
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cochise
Cochise
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Supah Mario
Supah Mario
Produzent:in
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Too much bad biddies (Sheesh)
All this cash with me (Sheesh)
I ball like Carmelo, bae, you can pass with me (Sheesh)
I feel like I'm Chick-fil-A, got fifty bags with me
Real ****, bae, I can handle attention (Fuck that bitch)
Call my favorite bae, say she got extensions (Heard that bitch)
Blicky in the bag, bet it got extensions (Hide that bitch)
Paper super long, bet it got extensions (Talkin' bitch)
[Verse 1]
All my money Planet Fitness, you can't pass me (Yeah)
Got a tall white ho, look like Daphne (Wow)
I got chickens in the whip just like it's Zaxby's (Yeah, yeah)
All this yellow on my neck, I'm like a taxi (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
[Verse 2]
I get money like I live in a bank (Big Nene, yeah, yeah)
Smokin' za, Pacquiao, it might knock you out (Baow, baow)
I could turn him up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Turn a bum ass **** to a boss (Yeah)
Fuck a price, I don't care what it cost (Huh?)
Fu-fuck a tag (What?)
Wanna be me, but you never in your bag (No)
Wanna fuck, Nene too damn bad (No)
I'm in black in the back of a Maybach (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna get some money, why you ain't just say that? (Why?)
You don't ever have no cash and I hate that for you
You be lovin' ****, I'm the opposite (What)
She was talkin' crazy, so I had to pop the bitch (Bitch)
[Verse 3]
Why you do that?
Please don't pop the bitch (Pop)
Got some five stars on my lineup, bae, I'm Popovich (For real)
Took my shirt off in the club, it was hot as sh— (Shit)
Talkin' 'bout you in your bag, you in a bag of chips (Ya broke)
They ain't makin' shit (Ya broke)
Got some honeybuns (Buns)
Talkin' lil' Debbie (Debbie)
Tryna get some help (Wow), go call Dr. Sebi (Wow)
Man, this lit done turned me up, I feel it in my belly (Belly)
**** switch on me so much I might go pull a Melly (Rr-rr)
All this cash all in my pocket, call me Mr. Fetty (Fetty)
All this bread all in my pocket got these **** jealous
I could pray like twice a day 'cause you know I'm born ready
That's your shorty? Oh, okay, better get them poles ready
[Chorus]
Too much bad biddies (Sheesh)
All this cash with me (Sheesh)
I ball like Carmelo, bae, you can pass with me (Sheesh)
I feel like I'm Chick-fil-A, got fifty bags with me
Real ****, bae, I can handle attention (Fuck that bitch)
Call my favorite bae, say she got extensions (Heard that bitch)
Blicky in the bag, bet it got extensions (Hide that bitch)
Paper super long, bet it got extensions (Talkin' bitch)
Written by: Anycia Edwards, Jonathan Priester, Terrell Cox
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