Description
Producer: Maths Time Joy
Producer: the idiot
Unknown: Tkay Maidza
Unknown: Tkay Maidza
Composer Lyricist: Kareem James
Composer Lyricist: Kieran Watters
Composer Lyricist: Takudzwa Maidza
Composer Lyricist: Timothy Worthington
Lyrics and translation
Original
He know what it is, got him talking to me nicely.
Ivy running through him upping up his prices. Icy, slay the bitch who ever try to fight me.
Sign deep, I massage, I only do it spicy. Bitches tryna shoot me like a Spike Lee.
High-key, I just put the camera on them high thief. Hype steep. In they heels, but my name isn't Heidi.
It's she, him, that bitch, tell him check my ID. ID, see hoe. Serving everything cold.
When I walk in them boots. Jewels dropping on floors.
Bitch, what's that is on pause. Uptick and of course. Back to back, I'm upping my tax.
My bracket vast, attacking attached, yeah, up your math.
Big bank getting big knack, yeah, they must be. Big bag full of bricks knack, yeah, they must be.
This that and that good thot, they can't touch me. Whiplash when I zip past, yeah, they must be.
Click-clack with a clip-clack, they can't touch me.
Big ass, when I dip back, he gon' bust his. Big bank getting big knack, yeah, they must be.
Big bank getting big knack, yeah, they must be. Swimming through money like Lemo, mind on my kilo.
These niggas holy like Fritos. Trapping my quid like a pico.
Snaking casino, you gonna roll like placebos. Go to bed, flipping all different kinda vomit.
Niggas ain't fly, y'all grounded, stop it. No joust, hoes stay hoes in my pocket.
But they wanna know what stance on the docket.
Hopping bagels, chopping slaver, paper, pages, options. And the pitch black forty is bust down.
Pin it on me, thou, where the fuck now? I just told a nigga that I'm pissed now.
Told you little square you the fuck round. Bite 'em in the back, I'm headline, you quick news.
Through the dirt, the cop cars, the miscues. Big bank getting big knack, yeah, they must be.
Big bag full of bricks knack, yeah, they must be.
This that and that good thot, they can't touch me. Whiplash when I zip past, yeah, they must be.
Click-clack with a clip-clack, they can't touch me. Big ass, when I dip back, he gon' bust his.
Rich class with a hood past, yeah, I'm cusping.
Big bank getting big knack, yeah, they must be.
Yeah, yeah, they must be.
Yeah, yeah, they must be. Yeah, yeah, they must be.
Oh, oh, no, yeah, they must be.
Yeah, yeah, they must be. Yeah, yeah, they must be. Yeah, yeah, they must be.
Oh, oh, no, yeah, they must be.