Credits
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Roberto Arcos
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Markk Aylin
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Lyrics
Bitches on me (bitches on me)
Pull up in the whip, nah, nah, nah
What? yeah
Yeah, bitches on me, all gold on the strip
Ain't no stoppin' now, watch how they flip
We lost in the vibe, feelin' like we fly
Rollin' under city lights, runnin' the cops
Space black coupe, I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up
Racks on racks, yeah, they know how I flex (how I flex)
Bad bitch, you already know she live for the checks
Did it myself, I don't owe no respect (no respect)
Hundreds and fifties, yeah, got the Maybach jumpin' yeah
That boy is a hoe, arenas got swallowed my dick
I'm whippin' the Mustang, I'm slidin' the Benz
Double my bag, I ain't countin' the cost
I'm baggin' these bags, pull up with the bands
He tryna step up, but he ain't got a chance
I'm up in the Phantom, got these hoes in a trance
I'll slide on your block, and you'll hide from the shots
I'm movin' too fast, leave 'em stuck in my wake
(Hold on)
Tints on the whip, got the world lookin' blurred
Rockin' Supreme, but I'm sippin' that Sag
Flexin' on me? Boy, you ain't built like that
Opps talkin' slick, now they layin' in the mud (In the mud)
Cold like the winter, heart froze (heart froze)
Bitches wanna ride, but they only see the chrome (see the chrome)
I'm a king, fuck a throne, my palace on the go (on the go)
Paranoia kickin' when the lights go dim (go dim)
But I'll die for this shit, I ain't sinkin', I swim (bitch)
If the reaper want smoke, tell that bitch to dig deep (yeah)
They ain't on my level, chips in my wrist, bitch (wait)
Push a button, see the stars when I lane switch
Fuck a fake, fuck a snitch, fuck a broke-ass clique (fah, fah)
Call me fuckin' Bruce Wayne (hot)
I ain't with the games, keep that drama away
Talk a big game, Desert Eagle kickback
Watch your body go fly, I got lasers on the Glock
Fuck your crew, fuck your brands, fuck your budget-ass life
Yeah, bitches on me, all gold on the strip
Ain't no stoppin' now, watch how they flip
We lost in the vibe, feelin' like we fly
Rollin' under city lights, runnin' the cops
Space black coupe, I hit 'em up, I hit 'em up
Racks on racks, yeah, they know how I flex (how I flex)
Bad bitch, you already know she live for the checks
Did it myself, I don't owe no respect (no respect)
Hundreds and fifties, yeah, got the Maybach jumpin' yeah
That boy is a hoe, arenas got swallowed my dick
I'm whippin' the Mustang, I'm slidin' the Benz
Double my bag, I ain't countin' the cost
I'm baggin' these bags, pull up with the bands
He tryna step up, but he ain't got a chance
I'm up in the Phantom, got these hoes in a trance
I'll slide on your block, and you'll hide from the shots
I'm movin' too fast, leave 'em stuck in my wake
Written by: Roberto Arcos
