Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAEG
SAEG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christina Amphlett
Christina Amphlett
Composer
Mark McEntee
Mark McEntee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arza
Arza
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't gone hold you I'm the greatest Sounds better when Yo baby momma say it While she play my songs On her bed naked I be pressing hearts Like I'm trying to save my favorites Now my contacts Look like I'm trying to make a playlist But I don't shuffle Keep it running Til I cover all my basis When my feet hurt I just rest it on they faces Never let emotions Ever blind me from the basic Like when white bitches Suck it better When they racist When they ring me up I don't really judge If she fine and want to fuck That's enough Tell yo friend to ring me up If she hustle Clean And cut There's a chance I could really fall in love Shit I might just ring her up Buy her all the bags Tell her anything you want You can have Go head ring it up Or I'm cleaning off the shelf Fuck it I'll just keep it for myself You don't gotta ring me up I keep it calm When I be on The quiet storm I can turn nothing Into something Before you even know the harm I'll leave your family in dysfunction Watch til everything is gone I get turned on by all distraction Must be kin to Genghis Khan I want to conquer Stars in the conste They keep selling boxes Sorry no me compra Picture bitches topless How could I not want to Fuck up every corner Of the frame They call me monster When they ring me up I don't really judge If she fine and want to fuck That's enough Tell yo friend to ring me up If she hustle Clean and cut There's a chance I could really fall in love Shit I might just ring her up Buy her all the bags Tell her anything you want You can have Go head ring it up Or I'm cleaning off the shelf Fuck it, I'll just keep it for myself You don't gotta ring me up Don't do backflips Hat tricks Don't act shit For no one I owe none But to my mattress To fill it up with gadgets Sleep of all my caskets Then burn this shit down Stand back I'm about to gas it All souls float like a butterfly, Cassius So I don't fear nothing I'm immortalized Classic Men begging for respect Showing they money Then wonder why Girls calling out dummy Every they ring you up
Writer(s): Justin Valenzuela, Alfred Chester Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Get up to 2 months free of Apple Music
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out