Lyrics: Christian William Walsh/Zion D Katz/Michael Fulcar/Eric M. Diamond
Music: Christian William Walsh/Zion D Katz/Michael Fulcar/Eric M. Diamond
Producer: Oranj Goodman/Zionkat/Thom/Eric Diamond
Whoa (Yeah)
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-oh
Yeah, yeah
If, if this is getting me drunk
Then it's getting you drunk
Babygirl, you can't fake the funk
Just woke up in a king size bed
All by myself, I don't do that stuff
Got a million dollar check that I ain't cashed yet
'Cause the bank won't let me walk in with my gun
Never had no gun, never had no plug
Never had no problem with drugs
I'm cray, crazy 'bout you, whoa, whoa
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than spend all of my drama with you
You, you, you, you, you, you
If this getting me turnt
Then it's getting you burnt
Babygirl, when you ever gon' learn?
Just woke up in a California king
With the thread count sheets, I don't toss and turn
Where the billionaire's stay
I don't like to go play, I don't never feel safe
I don't never have fun
Never been no fun, never had no funds
Nothing, not the new one of them sons
I'm cray, crazy 'bout you, whoa, whoa
There's nothing I'd rather do, uh
Than spend all of my drama with you
You, you, you, you, you, you
If, if this is getting me drunk
Then it's getting you drunk
Babygirl, you can't
Vocals: Oranj Goodman