Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
GIVĒON
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Thomas
Songwriter
Eli Brown
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Songwriter
G. Evans
Songwriter
A. Schindler
Songwriter
Simon Gebrelul
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Austin William Schindler
Composer
Eliel Afari-Brown
Songwriter
Giveon Evans
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Leon Thomas
Producer
Eli Brown
Producer
AP
Producer
Greg Moffett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Les Bateman
Engineer
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Okay, okay
Okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, that thing just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
Fucked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
Told the girls to meet at Tao
Now y'all doin' shots, now them bitches got you fired up
Don't know who you talking 'bout, I put that on the Bible
Turnin' up on me, don't make me turn it back around
And you know
Think I'm Tiger Woods, the way I'm teed off the 17
And you know pockets on whatever jeans, forever green
And you know, told me lotta things but ain't say everything
But now I know, every single thing there was plenty things I didn't know
Plenty things you didn't say, was fuckin' with you anyway
Was fuckin' with you way before you had some confessions to make
You decide to take it to the grave, I know you gon' take it
And you know (and you know, and you know)
Okay, okay
Okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, that thing just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
Fucked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
Okay, okay, okay
Trenches bitch, I got her a salon
Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget
She hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, Grandson
She only play me in the whip, India Royale cosmetic
I'm just promoted my bitch
Drake song do a billion streams for sure, I'm just promotin' her shit
Nasty with it, take her to Sono Bello and get her some massive titties
Fashion nigga, Rhude call when they drop, might send my addy with it
Bitch left me and I'm glad she did it
Know I be testin' bitches
Back to back, I'm wrestlin' with 'em
Lean' voice, I'm raspy with it
I did my dance one time on TikTok and went viral with it
Mm-hmm, mm (yeah, yeah), mm-hmm, mm (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Mm-hmm, mm (yeah-yeah)
Mm-hmm, mm (yeah-yeah)
Okay, okay
Okay
Countin' up my bodies, damn, that thing just start to pile
Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial
Fucked a hundred niggas, how them niggas love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't say that in the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle
You've been on my mind
We've been spendin' time, but I'm scared
A good girl inside (a good girl inside)
But you're tainted every time that I'm there (tainted)
Here we are now and it's crazy, how my flaws down to you, baby
You love, you trust, you trust
I'm not what you think
Don't be proud of me
I'm not what you feel
And you gon' see it real soon
I'm not what you think
Don't be proud of me
I'm not what you feel
And when you see the real, will you still want me?
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Leon G. Thomas Iii, Durk D. Banks, Austin William Schindler, Giveon Evans, Simon Gebrelul, Eliel Afari Brown
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