GRAMMY PARTY (Clean)

GRAMMY PARTY - DaBaby

Written by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Benjamin Falik/Josh Goldenberg/Edgar Ferrara

Published by：Baby Jesus Publishing/South Coast Music Group LLC, administered by Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP)/obo Jonathan Lyndale Kirk (PKA DaBaby)/JULiA LEWiS Kobalt Publishing/Jason Goldenberg - Thank You Fizzle Publishing Designee/Edagar Ferarra - Skipondabeat Publishing Designee

Produced by：Julia Lewis/Thank You Fizzle/Skipondabeat

Recording Engineer：Liz Robson at Chalice Recording Studio Hollywood, CA

Mixing Engineer：Derek "Mixedbyali" Ali at No Name Studios, Tarzana, CA

Mastering Engineer：Nicolas De Porcel at Million Dollar Snare Sacramento, CA

A&R：Brandon Brown

A&R Coordinator：Monique Teclemariam & Matt Ciancimino

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick

Yeah

Let's go

Huh

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick

I got too much bread to do the talkin get ya

I got too much bread to do the talkin get ya hit

And I can't tell her everything about me I'm a pimp

Yeah I step on business she gonna respect my pimpin

You know I don't care about feelings

You know I care about millions

You know she want me to **** her for free

She don't even let y'all

I tell them new to come catch up with me

Soon as they catch y'all

Pull up and hop out that thing on em cars to the side

Hoggin the lane on em look how I drive

I'm in the paint look like I'm small

I'm havin weight on them get up and ball

Ain't finna wait on these bands

Bae is a dog

She let me spank on em

I ain't finna waste time with none of you

I crank up that rolls Royce and go to the bank on em

Come get my key I'm at the bank with it

I'm off tequila don't the name of it

I got drunk as ****

I had a hangover bout to go

Buy my BM the new Range Rover

These weak I'm in the way on em

Ain't in the streets ain't got no stain on em

I ain't gon ever believe that she love me

Until she go tattoo my ******** name on her

***** I'm a dog I'm in the cage on em

I set it off ain't finna play on em

We let it off **** her and lay on her

She wanna go one more time I'm okay with it

These carry they gun every now and then

I am not one of them I am gon stay wit it

These touch me

I bet you that magazine inside the church have one of they face on It

***** I'ma dog

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick

I got too much bread to do the talkin get ya

I got too much bread to do the talkin get ya hit

And I can't tell her everything about me I'm a pimp

Yeah I step on business she gonna respect my pimpin

You know I don't care about feelings

You know I care about millions

You know she want me to **** her for free

She don't even let y'all

I tell them new to come catch up with me

Soon as they catch y'all