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[Chorus: Bino Rideaux] I pull up, she gon' give up all that (All that) Just pussy and loyalty, all that (All that) Different energy, gon' make me fall back (Fall back) 'Cause ain't no time, I'm in these streets and all that (All that) You was struggling, made it out from all that (All that) A new Birkin and new Givenchy, all that (All that) You can short it to no one else, I taught that (Taught that) Won't you play your position and all that? (All that) [Verse 1: Bino Rideaux] Huh, I was staying real (Real, huh) How you feel? (Feel) How you deal? (Deal, huh) Bitch, you want fuck me? Nigga won't try to kill If the drank don't, then all this karma will (Sip) Can you pull up, fuck me in your designer heel? (Beast) Know I told you, thought it was over But I'm trying still (Yeah, huh) I got my weight up, like I body build (Get 'em) Mama told me, "that girl gon' kill me" And she probably will (Bitch, huh, ay) I just wanted you, you want a lot (Bitch) Eye for eyе, the place, we on top (Uh, ay) I was falling for you, thеn it stopped (Bitch, ay) Earning bands at party, I forgot (Get 'em, ay) I don't need a wife, I need a thot (Bitch, ay) I could boss your life up off the block (Bitch, ay) When them niggas folded, I did not So I don't need you out here acting like I'm odd [Chorus: Bino Rideaux] I pull up, she gon' give up all that (All that) Just pussy and loyalty, all that (All that) Different energy, gon' make me fall back (Fall back) 'Cause ain't no time, I'm in these streets and all that (All that) You was struggling, made it out from all that (All that) A new Birkin and new Givenchy, all that (All that) You can short it to no one else, I taught that (Taught that) Won't you play your position and all that? (All that) [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] Woo-woo, made another mil, tuh How you feel? How you feel? Tuh Bitches be plottin', but I'm one step ahead, tuh That nigga snitched, then he was found dead, tuh Walk up in the building with Bino and Nip, tuh Just got a text from my girl, she want the dick, tuh Pull up and fuck me on these Versace sheets Lately, I feel like somebody watchin' me Hop in the Coupé, raise the roof, me and my girl I'm over the thots to tell you the truth (Truth) I'm countin' this cash inside of the Porsche, it's baby blue VVS, my diamonds shine, they bright as the moon, yeah They wanna fight, my niggas shoot (Shoot, shoot) She want that French Vanilla Ciroc Said she don't fuck with the GOOSE Dolla might drop a hundred on a watch Dolla might buy a new yacht Tickets been goin' two hundred a pop Dolla gon' sell out the spot (The spot)
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Credits
- Writers
- Bino Rideaux
- Ty Dolla $ign