More songs by Jermaine Dupri
More songs by Skooly
Description
Vocals, Lyricist, Producer: Jermaine Dupri
Vocals: Skooly
Co- Producer, Lyricist: Cashmere Brown
Co- Producer, Lyricist: Aladdin Awad
Recording Engineer: John Horesco IV
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer: Mike Seaberg
Assistant Recording Engineer: Jacob Richards
Assistant Recording Engineer: Chris Bhikoo
Lyricist: Kazarion Fowler
Lyricist: Jahmal Gwin
Producer: BoogzDaBeast
Lyricist: Jermaine Dupri
Lyricist: Kazarion Fowler
Lyricist: Jahmal Gwin
Lyricist: Cashmere Brown
Lyricist: Aladdin Awad
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Yeah. Johnny, turn the music up. I, I, I need that shit to knock.
Skooly, -y'all know what this is! -Okay, I'm straight out Atlanta.
Where I caught your favorite model, I'm straight out Atlanta.
Where Grady having baby problems, I'm straight out Atlanta. Probably gambling like Vegas, probably,
I'm straight out Atlanta. Flew to Houston for them baby problems. Straight up out
Atlanta, I don't even tie my shoe strings.
Fell in love with a dancer, Magic City mood swings. I'm blacker than a panther , I'm iced out, I ain't too play.
Hotter than Cubanos , but this that song on Tuesday.
She like watching the cameras, I got my eye on scammers.
I ain't tryna knock your standards, baby, but I'm tryna have this down there.
They don't even know I got it. I'm the shit, but I got no Pampers. I'm rich, so I still get pampered.
I'm -lit, so I still get dancers. -Okay, Michael Jackson tryna be the
Thriller.
Album just won't sell, last nigga played with me for real, he the -corner hitter.
-Ayy, you don't do what they told you, they ain't your friend.
I'm tryna keep my heart just like my dogs, just like my Benz.
It's safe to say I'm thankful for where I been.
It's safe to say I did it, and I ain't gotta tell you what I did.
You gon' hear my image, but you gon' see me in the print. Man, this flow is stone cold, hotter than some grits.
Okay, these niggas don't press no issues , these niggas ain't shooting no pistols.
Bad bitch come with her friend too, that pussy don't pop, it whistle.
Okay, diamond, they cut, they crystal. Diamond, they cut, they chisel.
'Bout to knock this bitch off her menstrual. 'Bout to drop this shit on my fence. I'm a goddamn dog, no kennel.
I'll be done hit 'em all in a minute. I'ma be the one to call when you get it.
I was really in the mall with the chicken, brought a goddamn farm in Lenny.
Chicken, chicken, chicken. Brought a goddamn barn in Saks, rocking LV orange slacks.
Look like candy corn. I pull up in a foreign on flats. Hop out with the cord attached.
When this bitch get bored, attach. I want a little bit more than that.
Sixteen songs, still getting called on a fucking goal.
Bad bitches, white toes, got a fucking boat.
If that bitch ever told, they gon' cut his throat.
If that bitch ever fold, they gon' touch his phone. Can't trust a fucking soul , got her talking cold.
If I tell on you , they gon' fucking know.
Bullet stop the vest , they gon' fucking go. Soon as he cop Patek , they gon' rush his door.
Soon as he cop the Vette , they gon' fuck his hoe.
Soon as she leave the house , they gon' take her home.