作词 : Shelley Massenburg-Smith/Miles McCollum/Roget Chahayed/Julian Gramma/Karl Rubin
作曲 : Shelley Massenburg-Smith/Miles McCollum/Roget Chahayed/Julian Gramma/Karl Rubin
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)
I'm beyond all that lame ass bullshit, hey
Hey, lil' mama, would you like to be my sun******ne?
Bitch, touch my gang, we gon' turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck, cost me ten times three
Thirty thousand dollars for a bitch to get flee
I just hit Rodéo, and I spent like ten Gs
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like ten phones, damn, I'm really never home
All these bitches clones, tryna copy what I'm on
Bitch, get your own, tryna pick a bitch bone
Word to brother, Skip, boy, I had a good day
Metro PCS, trappin', boy I'm makin' plays
Fifty shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hoga
I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap, I'm gone
Bitches hatin' 'cause I'm chosen, from the concrete I had rose
Shawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really froze
Put that bitch up in her pussy, bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young bitch from the six throwin' 'bows
I'm a real young bitch from the six throwin' 'bows
Real young bitch from the six throwin' 'bows
In the middle of the party, bitch get off me
In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli
Ya, I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear, she tryna leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)
I'm beyond all that lame ass bullshit
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)
Said I'm beyond all that lame ass bullshit
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don't do it 'less I say so
I don't smoke if it ain't fuego
I should sauce 'em up like Prego
Fettucini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was five or six years old when I had told myself,
"Okay you're special"
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was twenty-six years old
When we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world steppin'
That's what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a ****** plate
At the restaurant with the "why you got to stare" face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearin'
They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party, gettin' lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami
In the middle of the party, bitch get off me (Get off of me)
In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli (My niggas, my niggas)
Ya, I know your baby mama fond of me (She fond of me)
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
(My niggas, my niggas)
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
(She vulnerable)
Said that I can let that shit easily
(She fallin' for)
Said I can hit that shit so greasily (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily
[00:00.00] 作词 : Shelley Massenburg-Smith/Miles McCollum/Roget Chahayed/Julian Gramma/Karl Rubin
[00:00.63] 作曲 : Shelley Massenburg-Smith/Miles McCollum/Roget Chahayed/Julian Gramma/Karl Rubin
[00:01.27]Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)
[00:09.00]I'm beyond all that lame ass bullshit, hey
[00:13.11]Hey, lil' mama, would you like to be my sun******ne?
[00:16.11]Bitch, touch my gang, we gon' turn this shit to Columbine
[00:19.39]Ice on my neck, cost me ten times three
[00:22.30]Thirty thousand dollars for a bitch to get flee
[00:25.72]I just hit Rodéo, and I spent like ten Gs
[00:29.09]I just did a show and spent the check on my mama
[00:32.43]When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas
[00:35.70]And I keep like ten phones, damn, I'm really never home
[00:38.81]All these bitches clones, tryna copy what I'm on
[00:42.11]Bitch, get your own, tryna pick a bitch bone
[00:45.38]Word to brother, Skip, boy, I had a good day
[00:48.67]Metro PCS, trappin', boy I'm makin' plays
[00:52.03]Fifty shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hoga
[00:55.56]I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap, I'm gone
[00:58.78]Bitches hatin' 'cause I'm chosen, from the concrete I had rose
[01:01.87]Shawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really froze
[01:05.14]Put that bitch up in her pussy, bet she feel it in her toes
[01:08.41]I'm a real young bitch from the six throwin' 'bows
[01:11.70]I'm a real young bitch from the six throwin' 'bows
[01:14.98]Real young bitch from the six throwin' 'bows
[01:18.36]In the middle of the party, bitch get off me
[01:22.25]In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli
[01:25.65]Ya, I know your baby mama fond of me
[01:28.88]All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
[01:31.96]Whispered in my ear, she tryna leave with me
[01:35.36]Said that I can get that pussy easily
[01:38.63]Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
[01:41.97]I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily
[01:45.07]Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)
[01:54.19]I'm beyond all that lame ass bullshit
[01:57.29]Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)
[02:07.41]Said I'm beyond all that lame ass bullshit
[02:10.48]I got companies and Pesos
[02:13.49]I got people on my payroll
[02:14.92]She don't do it 'less I say so
[02:16.58]I don't smoke if it ain't fuego
[02:18.21]I should sauce 'em up like Prego
[02:19.91]Fettucini with Alfredo
[02:21.44]All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
[02:25.09]I was five or six years old when I had told myself,
[02:27.71]"Okay you're special"
[02:28.68]But I treat you like my equal never lesser
[02:31.09]I was twenty-six years old
[02:33.25]When we had dropped this one amazing record
[02:35.17]Had the world steppin'
[02:36.65]That's what I call epic
[02:37.86]Couple summers later I got paper
[02:39.66]I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
[02:42.24]With the capers on a ****** plate
[02:44.21]At the restaurant with the "why you got to stare" face
[02:47.47]To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
[02:50.84]Rapper face, dread headed
[02:52.37]Golden diamond teeth wearin'
[02:54.00]They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, bitch I keep dairy
[02:57.74]Turnt up in the party, gettin' lit to Yachty
[03:01.04]With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami
[03:04.16]In the middle of the party, bitch get off me (Get off of me)
[03:08.00]In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli (My niggas, my niggas)
[03:11.30]Ya, I know your baby mama fond of me (She fond of me)
[03:14.52]All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
[03:17.02](My niggas, my niggas)
[03:17.90]Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
[03:20.25](She vulnerable)
[03:21.21]Said that I can let that shit easily
[03:23.45](She fallin' for)
[03:24.39]Said I can hit that shit so greasily (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
[03:27.67]I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily