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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Allen Abdul
Arthur Allen Abdul
Songwriter
Justice Keith Thomas
Justice Keith Thomas
Songwriter
Jovan Armand Cornejo
Jovan Armand Cornejo
Songwriter
Taylor Jayceon Terrel
Taylor Jayceon Terrel
Songwriter
Desmond Copeland
Desmond Copeland
Songwriter
Renato Joel Lopez
Renato Joel Lopez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Renato Joel Lopez
Renato Joel Lopez
Mixing Engineer
Butta-N-Bizkit
Butta-N-Bizkit
Producer
Eddie Fontes
Eddie Fontes
Recording Engineer
Neighborhood Watche North Hollywood Ca
Neighborhood Watche North Hollywood Ca
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Game you ready? Everything heavy Aye Pull up heavy (Pull up heavy) My pockets stay heavy (Pockets stay heavy) Slide to the bank (Slide to the bank) Bank account heavy (Bank account heavy) My wrist game heavy (Heavy) Your neck game heavy (Heavy) Yeah I wanna hit (Yeah I want to) Your baby gon' let me (Uh uh) Pulled up heavy (Real heavy) She said J come through (I came) That culo heavy (Real heavy) I'm gona come right right through (Yee) It's been a minute I'm back in the city (Oh yeah) Rollin through east los Smoking that leaf (Phew) Everyday now got a new baddie (Yee) She rubbing my belly She shaking that chevy I'm throwing that feti She keeping it going They shooting confetti My life is a movie Might end up on Getty She calling me Papi But I'm not her daddy Go for a ride We hop on the jetty She hop on my (Woo) She keepin it steady It's sounding real sticky Like moving spaghetti She can't get enough And i'm giving her plenty Give her the Louis She gimme the gooey New day New spot I'm gona still order my 2 shots (Shot Shot) You still living off coupons Hating on me for too long Your girl slurping on me like it's oolong Smoking OG And i'm too gone Couldn't give a fuck what you on Look here listen Notice the difference I'm cooking it up With no chef in the kitchen Pull up heavy (Pull up heavy) My pockets stay heavy (Pockets stay heavy) Slide to the bank (Slide to the bank) Bank account heavy (Bank account heavy) My wrist game heavy (Heavy) Your neck game heavy (Heavy) Yeah I wanna hit (Yeah I want to) Your baby gon' let me (Uh uh) Ese tipo mujer me gustan Una que todos le buscan I'm bout to get to the punto Un culito rondita Mamacita eres tan bonita Baby love me cause my pockets pesado How she walking looking just like a model Give me some besos Ja ja No one do it like latinas Big boy bout to get a emmy (woo) Big hellcat or a hemi (Errr) Big bankroll I'm wealthy All black drip I'm stealthy Hold on baby you sexy Throw that back come bless me Have a good time no stressing Baby that body a blessing She a little freak with her best friend Love when you naughty when we texting Big booty benz she flexing Hits me up late for the session On the boulavard east los (east los) Palm trees and low lows west coast (west coast) Smoking with the game and my cholos Candy apple red in the new ghost Pull up heavy (Pull up heavy) My pockets stay heavy (Pockets stay heavy) Slide to the bank (Slide to the bank) Bank account heavy (Bank account heavy) My wrist game heavy (Heavy) Your neck game heavy (Heavy) Yeah I wanna hit (Yeah I want to) Your baby gon' let me (Uh uh) Let me talk to em I pull up heavy Drop top Chevy Hopping out on niggas with the drac out Tell em what the cake bout When there's money on the floor Tell the killers bring the rakes out I spin the block with my shooters See how them killers maneuver We be moving like maneuvers We be holding 45's and rugers I got baguette's on my neck I got baguettes on my wrist I got a tech ridin' shotgun Yeah life is a bitch I don't trust niggas I don't trust bitches Nigga I might not trust God He let my brother die in my arms So there's no remorse when the tec flies (Yeah)
Writer(s): Jovan Cornejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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